<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:53:09.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally awesome.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12761682568129082613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2L7jfv0ahI/SsJaC4DfYjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iFitj7APD_g/S220/DSC02863.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2990199417047291556</id><published>2012-01-27T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:21:36.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those weeks.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been one of those weeks. &amp;nbsp;We've been working on our new house for 3 weeks now. &amp;nbsp;I feel like we are in slow motion. &amp;nbsp;With my 2 kids I feel like I could have done all the work so far in a couple of days if I was by myself. &amp;nbsp;You really cant get anything done with kids. &amp;nbsp;It's been really hard not living there cause we have to pack up and spend the morning or all day there. &amp;nbsp;Which means we are not really at home. &amp;nbsp;We have no internet yet so the kids cant watch what they really want to watch. &amp;nbsp;They want to put their hands in the miter saw and roll the paint brush up and down the wall while wet. &amp;nbsp;They don't want to play with their toys or watch the movies we have on a flash drive. &amp;nbsp;So.....we get nothing accomplished. &amp;nbsp;I am so over working on the house. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been there for 3 days. &amp;nbsp;Since tomorrow is Saturday I'm not looking forward to spending the entire day down there. BOO........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done really nothing this month except spend all of our money on fixing up our house. &amp;nbsp;We don't have a lot of money to start with but we want it the way we want it cause we figure we are going to live there for a real long time. &amp;nbsp;So we don't want to take short cuts or do something that is "ok" just because we cant afford how we really want it. &amp;nbsp;Little by little I guess....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is obsessed with Caillou (kill me), Thomas the Train, Yo Gabba Gabba and Dinosaur Train. &amp;nbsp;He is talking a ton. &amp;nbsp;Repeating a ton and saying "No" to me a ton. &amp;nbsp;My patience is wearing thin with him and it's hard for me to control my temper with him cause I know he knows better but choses the wrong. &amp;nbsp;He's still my cute little bear and is sweet sometimes.....but.........grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly says few words, but not much. &amp;nbsp;She finally graduates into nursery the first week in March. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe she is old enough for nursery. &amp;nbsp;I feel like she is still 6 months old. &amp;nbsp;She gets beat up by Max on a daily basis. &amp;nbsp;Max takes all the toys away from her and tells her "no" all day long. &amp;nbsp;She never gets to play with a toy longer than 10 seconds. &amp;nbsp;I feel bad for her, but it just makes me more mad at Max. &amp;nbsp;Another reason I lose my temper with him. &amp;nbsp;This is going to sound awful, but I don't care. &amp;nbsp;Days like Wed, thurs and today I wish I was single again. &amp;nbsp;To go where I want to go whenever I want. &amp;nbsp;To sit on the couch and watch whatever I want without having to pause, turn up the volume or just miss certain parts because I'm breaking up a fight. &amp;nbsp;Not having to lose my cool cause I don't have a little 2 year old on my hip . &amp;nbsp;I know this is temporary feeling but oh I'm definitely feeling it. &amp;nbsp;I pray at night and make sure Heavenly Father knows I truly am grateful for my kids. &amp;nbsp;I really am. &amp;nbsp;They are just trying me lately and I hope we all make it out alive. &amp;nbsp; Especially Max...........hahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have the greatest husband in the world. &amp;nbsp;I don't tell him ever...but I do...He puts up with my crazy and just does everything to make me happy. &amp;nbsp;I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures because I really haven't taken any.....This is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2990199417047291556?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2990199417047291556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2990199417047291556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2990199417047291556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2990199417047291556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One of those weeks.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-8471681067968939616</id><published>2012-01-01T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:09:22.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's over...</title><content type='html'>It has truly been a sad couple of days since the passing of Christmas day. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow the lights will come down off the house. &amp;nbsp;The tree will be broken down into pieces and the balls will be put away. &amp;nbsp;It really is sort of depressing for me. &amp;nbsp;For the past 2 years we left Arizona on New Years day to Colorado so it wasn't so hard. &amp;nbsp;Traveling took the edge off. &amp;nbsp;This year we really couldn't go since we put all of our money into our new house. &amp;nbsp;We are sad we didn't get to leave and I am even more sad that the remnants of Christmas are now gone. &amp;nbsp;We did have a good time. &amp;nbsp;We started our Christmas Eve off partying at the folks house with the deep fryer in the back yard. &amp;nbsp;We all brought food to throw in the fryer. &amp;nbsp;It was all fun until we ate too much grease and then we were all sick. &amp;nbsp;We sang around the fire and eventually made it home to finish up getting ready for Santa to come. &amp;nbsp;The kids got their Christmas jammies and had no clue of what was actually going on. &amp;nbsp;I think it was more fun for Jim and I to pretend they were excited. &amp;nbsp;Christmas Day came, went to church, opened presents then made it back to my folks to watch music videos, eat dinner and open up gifts. &amp;nbsp;We did a shoe exchange this year. &amp;nbsp;But really the pictures say it all. &amp;nbsp;I'll have to post our 2011 music video after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 starts today. &amp;nbsp;I have many resolutions that I would like to try out this year. &amp;nbsp;None of which are physical which surprises me. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I want to have a baby this year or keep waiting. &amp;nbsp;I want to have another but I don't really. &amp;nbsp;I would just like one that comes out at 12 months. &amp;nbsp;21 months of being pregnant and taking care of a baby doesn't sound so much fun to me right about now. So maybe I should just start working on my New Year resolutions and become the person I really want to be. &amp;nbsp;That sounds better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes a couple of days before Christmas a I got some skin cancer removed. &amp;nbsp;It's healing rather nicely. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I'll love the scar on my shoulder.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have 2 more I need to get removed but the process is rather annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGlT1Fch1U/TwEKU5sS6nI/AAAAAAAABfA/jUw7Go7yFBI/s1600/DSC01164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGlT1Fch1U/TwEKU5sS6nI/AAAAAAAABfA/jUw7Go7yFBI/s400/DSC01164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Christmas Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOt4Ll01wZo/TwEPHMxC04I/AAAAAAAABfQ/y1lCXRAwAag/s1600/DSC01193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOt4Ll01wZo/TwEPHMxC04I/AAAAAAAABfQ/y1lCXRAwAag/s400/DSC01193.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas jammies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BOCVmXVUYA/TwERp3GoKBI/AAAAAAAABfY/BpOem-lMixY/s1600/DSC01197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BOCVmXVUYA/TwERp3GoKBI/AAAAAAAABfY/BpOem-lMixY/s400/DSC01197.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuaKTPpDf_Q/TwEV3KG1fXI/AAAAAAAABfg/u142fyuYHXg/s1600/DSC01198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuaKTPpDf_Q/TwEV3KG1fXI/AAAAAAAABfg/u142fyuYHXg/s400/DSC01198.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bWObHmef2o/TwEw5mttoFI/AAAAAAAABg0/zwWfHnlupPY/s1600/DSC01216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bWObHmef2o/TwEw5mttoFI/AAAAAAAABg0/zwWfHnlupPY/s400/DSC01216.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max's favorite toys were Molly's. &amp;nbsp;She still has yet to get to play with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvbL0S1-zEk/TwExY41WS6I/AAAAAAAABg8/9Zx9OY-pvBk/s1600/DSC01217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvbL0S1-zEk/TwExY41WS6I/AAAAAAAABg8/9Zx9OY-pvBk/s400/DSC01217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_hcA0B37Dk/TwEx1-azE1I/AAAAAAAABhE/M0coCz-2hY8/s1600/DSC01218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_hcA0B37Dk/TwEx1-azE1I/AAAAAAAABhE/M0coCz-2hY8/s400/DSC01218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim was really excited to get his coin jar that digitally counts his money. haha (not really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te4yY8Td2EQ/TwEyUkW0LiI/AAAAAAAABhM/gAXZE5R0rvQ/s1600/DSC01219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te4yY8Td2EQ/TwEyUkW0LiI/AAAAAAAABhM/gAXZE5R0rvQ/s400/DSC01219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bass Pro shop.&amp;nbsp; We tried to wait in line for Santa but every time we went down there the line was an hour long. &amp;nbsp;So this was the best we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY0j_gpN67o/TwEybsSZc4I/AAAAAAAABhU/8k0rT330jso/s1600/IMAG0388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY0j_gpN67o/TwEybsSZc4I/AAAAAAAABhU/8k0rT330jso/s400/IMAG0388.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWM0GigKaxI/TwEy4OAIyQI/AAAAAAAABhc/85f5_tdv8nE/s1600/DSC01186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWM0GigKaxI/TwEy4OAIyQI/AAAAAAAABhc/85f5_tdv8nE/s400/DSC01186.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas day ready to go to church.&amp;nbsp;Yes, there are certain days of the year that involve "matching". Jim had a matching tie and I hate matching shoes and dress. &amp;nbsp;Christmas is one of those days. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iaom-51KZIk/TwEZ7ZOCJuI/AAAAAAAABf4/4iV_J7rsRYo/s1600/DSC01207.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iaom-51KZIk/TwEZ7ZOCJuI/AAAAAAAABf4/4iV_J7rsRYo/s400/DSC01207.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBwd501F5Ns/TwEk8f3J0II/AAAAAAAABgg/wXInqPpoxt0/s1600/IMAG0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBwd501F5Ns/TwEk8f3J0II/AAAAAAAABgg/wXInqPpoxt0/s400/IMAG0384.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esVI8VdPenU/TwEnA7usnRI/AAAAAAAABgo/P3s_0EhHu6Y/s1600/IMAG0386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esVI8VdPenU/TwEnA7usnRI/AAAAAAAABgo/P3s_0EhHu6Y/s400/IMAG0386.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We built a cardboard fort for the kids to play in. &amp;nbsp;Well I didn't build anything, the guys did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Srk2giQ_yXg/TwE50niTiUI/AAAAAAAABic/wTGlCvui4W0/s1600/DSC01239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Srk2giQ_yXg/TwE50niTiUI/AAAAAAAABic/wTGlCvui4W0/s400/DSC01239.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOsExxcWGiw/TwE27Td9IpI/AAAAAAAABho/iDTHcDWH8_4/s1600/DSC01232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOsExxcWGiw/TwE27Td9IpI/AAAAAAAABho/iDTHcDWH8_4/s400/DSC01232.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gv8Dcwc9ZPQ/TwE3aYZjN7I/AAAAAAAABhw/6RmKKoBVLdc/s1600/DSC01241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gv8Dcwc9ZPQ/TwE3aYZjN7I/AAAAAAAABhw/6RmKKoBVLdc/s400/DSC01241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnlK0ki2xS8/TwE36QFvCZI/AAAAAAAABh4/aS1VOLjflL4/s1600/DSC01254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnlK0ki2xS8/TwE36QFvCZI/AAAAAAAABh4/aS1VOLjflL4/s400/DSC01254.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eric gave all the guys T-shirts. Don't tread on me logo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvcmUAxCF9A/TwE4XcT_iyI/AAAAAAAABiA/bi5HpZY7TIY/s1600/DSC01257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvcmUAxCF9A/TwE4XcT_iyI/AAAAAAAABiA/bi5HpZY7TIY/s400/DSC01257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas chips n cheese. &amp;nbsp;Not nachos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlevEde20vw/TwE42MEDnAI/AAAAAAAABiI/3VHbIH1M3cA/s1600/DSC01258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlevEde20vw/TwE42MEDnAI/AAAAAAAABiI/3VHbIH1M3cA/s400/DSC01258.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max's baby. &amp;nbsp;Santa gave it to Molly, but she doesn't get to play with it. &amp;nbsp;It's Max's baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCRfkpzBhvU/TwE5QiMA5pI/AAAAAAAABiQ/LMrI_ldRTc0/s1600/DSC01264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCRfkpzBhvU/TwE5QiMA5pI/AAAAAAAABiQ/LMrI_ldRTc0/s400/DSC01264.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-8471681067968939616?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/8471681067968939616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=8471681067968939616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8471681067968939616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8471681067968939616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-its-over.html' title='And it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGlT1Fch1U/TwEKU5sS6nI/AAAAAAAABfA/jUw7Go7yFBI/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2632739120197248402</id><published>2011-12-12T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:17:36.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Holiday is here.....and almost over.</title><content type='html'>I wish time would STOP now. &amp;nbsp;2 weeks before Christmas is a perfect time. &amp;nbsp;It's almost time for the big day but not too soon. &amp;nbsp;Before I even blink Christmas is going to be over and I have to wait for a whole year to pass before it comes again. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel like a little kid. &amp;nbsp;Except for the desire of many gifts. &amp;nbsp;I just love the season for decorating, goodies, music and events. &amp;nbsp;It is just fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning thought has been a really weird feeling. &amp;nbsp;A feeling of not having anywhere to go. &amp;nbsp;No where to rush my kids off to and no commitments. &amp;nbsp;It's almost a little scary. &amp;nbsp;I know I should be more excited but I am just left with this really weird feeling.....maybe it will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calli put on a Christmas show with her studio FUSE PERFORMING ARTS. &amp;nbsp;It turned out really good. It was extra cool because our whole family participated. &amp;nbsp;Eric, Kyle, Josie and Eric's Kim including myself were all in it. &amp;nbsp;Oh and Calli too. &amp;nbsp;It was really fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LzuxabC5TQ/TuYZJeJufZI/AAAAAAAABeY/aMc61hPdrX4/s1600/Rock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LzuxabC5TQ/TuYZJeJufZI/AAAAAAAABeY/aMc61hPdrX4/s320/Rock.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Jb8cxFBpw/TuV_y9TS_AI/AAAAAAAABcQ/ghigAqXXIGQ/s1600/DSC01034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Jb8cxFBpw/TuV_y9TS_AI/AAAAAAAABcQ/ghigAqXXIGQ/s320/DSC01034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6bKILZAuKo/TuWB18ekioI/AAAAAAAABco/VXgUAUpuiDM/s1600/DSC01064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6bKILZAuKo/TuWB18ekioI/AAAAAAAABco/VXgUAUpuiDM/s320/DSC01064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZL8QxDP8BY/TuWCn2JSJ8I/AAAAAAAABcw/hAhspV1NY5U/s1600/DSC01072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZL8QxDP8BY/TuWCn2JSJ8I/AAAAAAAABcw/hAhspV1NY5U/s320/DSC01072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We tried to take a family picture for our Christmas card but it just was too boring looking. &amp;nbsp;Our kids look so cute but the picture itself if just a little boring. &amp;nbsp;So I'm not using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drtWFFvnBeM/TuWDDjSZCjI/AAAAAAAABc4/ieQM5WF6x9E/s1600/DSC01073_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drtWFFvnBeM/TuWDDjSZCjI/AAAAAAAABc4/ieQM5WF6x9E/s320/DSC01073_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Christmas tree this year. &amp;nbsp;Blues, pinks, greens and silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FP4hKB6J9M/TuWD7JAveEI/AAAAAAAABdA/54j1QOJmTzc/s1600/DSC01087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FP4hKB6J9M/TuWD7JAveEI/AAAAAAAABdA/54j1QOJmTzc/s320/DSC01087.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JM0rbISVrWU/TuWEm2ruMgI/AAAAAAAABdI/rhDpEjDKgcU/s1600/DSC01088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JM0rbISVrWU/TuWEm2ruMgI/AAAAAAAABdI/rhDpEjDKgcU/s320/DSC01088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Temple lights. &amp;nbsp;Max was amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20KZvI-dzlU/TuWFgbez6RI/AAAAAAAABdQ/gCD21tAJIHE/s1600/DSC01093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20KZvI-dzlU/TuWFgbez6RI/AAAAAAAABdQ/gCD21tAJIHE/s320/DSC01093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpFtYDff4Y/TuWGfq6J2hI/AAAAAAAABdY/aseqsnleNms/s1600/DSC01097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpFtYDff4Y/TuWGfq6J2hI/AAAAAAAABdY/aseqsnleNms/s320/DSC01097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took the kids to this Train place in Scottsdale. I forget the name of it now. &amp;nbsp;Our neighbor volunteers there since he is into model trains. &amp;nbsp;He was the one that told us about it. &amp;nbsp;Holy crap it was packed. &amp;nbsp;It was really fun. &amp;nbsp;They have all these lights and train rides for everyone. &amp;nbsp;They have model trains inside that Max thought was so cool. &amp;nbsp;He is obsessed with trains now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpBHbZy6c0U/TuWHbwz1cmI/AAAAAAAABdg/P0mXhcWhFAc/s1600/DSC01123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpBHbZy6c0U/TuWHbwz1cmI/AAAAAAAABdg/P0mXhcWhFAc/s320/DSC01123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M34SngqEovw/TuWHnwmxmCI/AAAAAAAABdo/jYVmMwPSFUE/s1600/DSC01124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max on the train. &amp;nbsp;We sat in these little cars as it took us around a park. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJKPY6ewmWU/TuWJmzi6ZzI/AAAAAAAABeA/mn9X3E5hEFc/s1600/DSC01134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJKPY6ewmWU/TuWJmzi6ZzI/AAAAAAAABeA/mn9X3E5hEFc/s320/DSC01134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_3r8Qd3-4I/TuWKKFNv0BI/AAAAAAAABeI/2lePjLJ57lM/s1600/DSC01136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_3r8Qd3-4I/TuWKKFNv0BI/AAAAAAAABeI/2lePjLJ57lM/s320/DSC01136.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Empty sweet potato casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-6GouVLKu4/Ttab2XJ8sbI/AAAAAAAABbA/KZLPsopuNu8/s1600/DSC00971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-6GouVLKu4/Ttab2XJ8sbI/AAAAAAAABbA/KZLPsopuNu8/s400/DSC00971.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jesica &amp;amp; Addie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XjyfW9KpwQ/TtacqX92wDI/AAAAAAAABbI/foUPUf5p_jc/s1600/DSC00972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XjyfW9KpwQ/TtacqX92wDI/AAAAAAAABbI/foUPUf5p_jc/s400/DSC00972.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Lori and Uncle Darin Huffaker&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdBmwl6W7HU/TtadvErT70I/AAAAAAAABbQ/E34vNylh5XY/s1600/DSC00974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdBmwl6W7HU/TtadvErT70I/AAAAAAAABbQ/E34vNylh5XY/s400/DSC00974.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josie (my niece) was baptized on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;Fenix really didn't want to be in this picture. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AW96D-jLg3s/Ttaem1ExJlI/AAAAAAAABbY/rjzj4pBVzoA/s1600/DSC00990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AW96D-jLg3s/Ttaem1ExJlI/AAAAAAAABbY/rjzj4pBVzoA/s400/DSC00990.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-9211327091392824019?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/9211327091392824019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=9211327091392824019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/9211327091392824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/9211327091392824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-thanksgiving.html' title='Our Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dpekXBnWfI/TtaWpDeiZyI/AAAAAAAABaQ/31dx4sJn4gE/s72-c/DSC00963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2305189814222289401</id><published>2011-11-14T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:46:02.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new homemaker.</title><content type='html'>Jim and I have been thinking a lot lately about me working and wether I should continue to work every day or quit and stay at home with my babies. &amp;nbsp;It's been a 2 year process and it's finally come to an end. &amp;nbsp;8 years with Bank of America (4 with Countrywide) has finally come to and end. &amp;nbsp;I put in my notice last Monday and will officially be unemployed by the end of the year. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure many people think I'm crazy because I have a really good job and many people would kill for a really good job right now. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to quit this job when you know that you will never find a job like this in my lifetime. &amp;nbsp;I didn't go to college to become something that would pay me lots of money. &amp;nbsp;(I regret that now) However, I went to college to realize working suits me better. &amp;nbsp;Then once I had kids I realized that me staying at home with them suits me better. &amp;nbsp;Financially I couldn't make that happen so I kept working. &amp;nbsp;I guess Jim and I just don't care anymore and realize everything will work itself out. &amp;nbsp;But it's done and in 6 weeks I will finally be able to wake up to my kids and put them to bed everyday. &amp;nbsp;I'll be able to put them down for their naps and feed them lunch. &amp;nbsp;Things I never was able to do because I had to go to work everyday. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful for my job because it allowed me to buy this house that we sleep in every night. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful for my job because it allowed us to save for things we will need down the road. &amp;nbsp;So, something that I hate so much I truly am grateful for. &amp;nbsp;So ask me in a year if I am still ok with the decision that we made. &amp;nbsp;The answer might be different. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OE4JA-yQXZQ/TsGmRMML_2I/AAAAAAAABZw/ZurkMM_2uE4/s1600/DSC00853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OE4JA-yQXZQ/TsGmRMML_2I/AAAAAAAABZw/ZurkMM_2uE4/s400/DSC00853.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little babies sharing a bassinet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdTx9pksPLA/TsGmxNd2IdI/AAAAAAAABZ4/72XXLBnA9kY/s1600/DSC00870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdTx9pksPLA/TsGmxNd2IdI/AAAAAAAABZ4/72XXLBnA9kY/s400/DSC00870.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I keep telling them they can't play with the fire pit. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure of the attraction. &amp;nbsp;A spaceship? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhYFOnuuHSo/TsGm7ktAWAI/AAAAAAAABaA/6q5uiBT-cNU/s1600/Lolipop+Molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhYFOnuuHSo/TsGm7ktAWAI/AAAAAAAABaA/6q5uiBT-cNU/s400/Lolipop+Molly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max trying to seed our hallway. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why but he loves to push things around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0Q3AUReXRs/TsGnY2gQekI/AAAAAAAABaI/9ckw0mpg7Ns/s1600/DSC00863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0Q3AUReXRs/TsGnY2gQekI/AAAAAAAABaI/9ckw0mpg7Ns/s400/DSC00863.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2305189814222289401?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2305189814222289401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2305189814222289401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2305189814222289401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2305189814222289401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-homemaker.html' title='the new homemaker.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OE4JA-yQXZQ/TsGmRMML_2I/AAAAAAAABZw/ZurkMM_2uE4/s72-c/DSC00853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-6607121960302374109</id><published>2011-11-02T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:00:49.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2011</title><content type='html'>We started off our Halloween weekend by having our 5th ward "trunk or treat". &amp;nbsp;We ate hot dogs and went from trunk to trunk in hopes of eating more and more candy. &amp;nbsp;Monday, we went to my folks house and ate hot dogs again. &amp;nbsp;Are hot dogs the new Halloween food? &amp;nbsp;We only were patient enough to take the kids to about 5 houses. &amp;nbsp;Max freaked out at the first house because he had no idea what was going on. &amp;nbsp;Once he realized they put candy in your bucket if you hold it out he was much better and much more willing. &amp;nbsp;Molly carried her little pumpkin bucket and hat the whole time. &amp;nbsp;I was very impressed. &amp;nbsp;We then just partied down with the cousins the rest of the night. &amp;nbsp;Mine and Jims costumes this year were "what we could find from our costume bin" costumes. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't really identify what we were but it was fun finding things to put on. &amp;nbsp;With the exception of his "Freddie Mercury" costume. &amp;nbsp;He knew exactly what he wanted to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our totally awesome pumpkins we carved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwofMJFCiw/TrHsT4McwGI/AAAAAAAABWo/JjphpJzLJIo/s1600/DSC00771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwofMJFCiw/TrHsT4McwGI/AAAAAAAABWo/JjphpJzLJIo/s400/DSC00771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our first party we attended. &amp;nbsp;I was a pirate and Jim was...I have no idea. &amp;nbsp;Just awesome, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKlRx_uK9Fs/TrHsjmn6I2I/AAAAAAAABWw/MNaBORtEUfo/s1600/DSC00795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKlRx_uK9Fs/TrHsjmn6I2I/AAAAAAAABWw/MNaBORtEUfo/s400/DSC00795.JPG" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly, the candy corn witch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MzMU2nP6wNs/TrHs9zZItBI/AAAAAAAABW4/cWmBAOaDIHE/s1600/DSC00777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MzMU2nP6wNs/TrHs9zZItBI/AAAAAAAABW4/cWmBAOaDIHE/s400/DSC00777.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wench. &amp;nbsp;(Pirate wench of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rVzK0lhhP8/TrHtVA_CmGI/AAAAAAAABXA/r3dTXnKYzBo/s1600/DSC00799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rVzK0lhhP8/TrHtVA_CmGI/AAAAAAAABXA/r3dTXnKYzBo/s400/DSC00799.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YagqhSh6eP4/TrHtr57o2JI/AAAAAAAABXI/IQuD7KToXqM/s1600/DSC00798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YagqhSh6eP4/TrHtr57o2JI/AAAAAAAABXI/IQuD7KToXqM/s400/DSC00798.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Astronaut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vWlo7TPMVQ/TrHt9fiy05I/AAAAAAAABXQ/-3-8A5qiEzE/s1600/DSC00780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vWlo7TPMVQ/TrHt9fiy05I/AAAAAAAABXQ/-3-8A5qiEzE/s400/DSC00780.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actual Halloween night. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea what I am. &amp;nbsp;Just some sort of queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyda0jj6MlM/TrHuS1ShMUI/AAAAAAAABXY/RcvspSAtP9g/s1600/DSC00805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyda0jj6MlM/TrHuS1ShMUI/AAAAAAAABXY/RcvspSAtP9g/s400/DSC00805.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bPG--iDxSY/TrH0gYEO96I/AAAAAAAABX4/oeRupWsTxlQ/s1600/DSC00803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bPG--iDxSY/TrH0gYEO96I/AAAAAAAABX4/oeRupWsTxlQ/s400/DSC00803.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Calli &amp;amp; Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMxVIDgdMpU/TrH06t0MrOI/AAAAAAAABYA/ks4kxum2-H8/s1600/DSC00814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMxVIDgdMpU/TrH06t0MrOI/AAAAAAAABYA/ks4kxum2-H8/s400/DSC00814.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle (brother)--Zombie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MePzP0JKO7I/TrHustmlsRI/AAAAAAAABXg/tPKlPPXjaLc/s1600/DSC00830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MePzP0JKO7I/TrHustmlsRI/AAAAAAAABXg/tPKlPPXjaLc/s400/DSC00830.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly, trick or treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiK7W0joGKA/TrHu-1cXinI/AAAAAAAABXo/8pk69pTuuN4/s1600/DSC00807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiK7W0joGKA/TrHu-1cXinI/AAAAAAAABXo/8pk69pTuuN4/s400/DSC00807.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim &amp;amp; Josie (sister in law &amp;amp; niece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7XasVCEW8k/TrHvVNN6YII/AAAAAAAABXw/iX8VG6HlVGU/s1600/DSC00835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7XasVCEW8k/TrHvVNN6YII/AAAAAAAABXw/iX8VG6HlVGU/s400/DSC00835.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-6607121960302374109?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/6607121960302374109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=6607121960302374109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6607121960302374109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6607121960302374109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2011'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwofMJFCiw/TrHsT4McwGI/AAAAAAAABWo/JjphpJzLJIo/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-6291242487323572732</id><published>2011-10-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:36:42.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's getting that time of year again. &amp;nbsp;The time where it skips fall completely and heads right into Arizona winter. &amp;nbsp;I love when it hits Halloween time cause I know Christmas is right around the corner. &amp;nbsp;But really though, who doesn't love to dress up all scary for Halloween? &amp;nbsp;I think that may be one of my favorite things to do. &amp;nbsp;Dress up, that is. &amp;nbsp;We have already started our Halloween celebration by attending the Riverview ward's Sadie Hawkins dance. &amp;nbsp;Their theme was "Halloween". &amp;nbsp;We dropped the kids off in the nursery room and had 2 hours of eating, dancing and photo taking. &amp;nbsp;It was fun and a good cause supporting my nephew's scouting troop. &amp;nbsp;The kids have their costumes ready and can't wait to put them on. &amp;nbsp;Jim and I are still undecided as always. &amp;nbsp;We wait till the day before to figure something out. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully we'll find something uber spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim made this little picnic table for the kids. &amp;nbsp;It is really cute, he did a good job. &amp;nbsp;The kids love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMdNN012M-Q/TqdzPE8EuyI/AAAAAAAABQs/DqvC4kze4O4/s1600/DSC00746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMdNN012M-Q/TqdzPE8EuyI/AAAAAAAABQs/DqvC4kze4O4/s400/DSC00746.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rj6XBpZtR6U/Tqdz1UMkn-I/AAAAAAAABQ0/RIsvJE55wtQ/s1600/DSC00749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rj6XBpZtR6U/Tqdz1UMkn-I/AAAAAAAABQ0/RIsvJE55wtQ/s400/DSC00749.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my Young Women brought over a little kitty for the kids to play with. &amp;nbsp;Max was so gentle and cute with it. &amp;nbsp;It was so funny to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0B6wpAmfeCM/Tqd0rLljgzI/AAAAAAAABQ8/k9jI834uVvE/s1600/DSC00727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0B6wpAmfeCM/Tqd0rLljgzI/AAAAAAAABQ8/k9jI834uVvE/s400/DSC00727.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly was indifferent. &amp;nbsp;I think she likes the big kitties better. &amp;nbsp;As you can see Max in the background is very interested in what the cat is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZfNLH3bthM/Tqd1J-MMOVI/AAAAAAAABRE/vqLea_4eeBI/s1600/DSC00735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZfNLH3bthM/Tqd1J-MMOVI/AAAAAAAABRE/vqLea_4eeBI/s400/DSC00735.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our totally awesome "Goth" costumes. &amp;nbsp;Very appropriate for a church related function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cSRqHxoo70/Tqd1VMlBiEI/AAAAAAAABRM/QwWUanxohkQ/s1600/DSC00762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cSRqHxoo70/Tqd1VMlBiEI/AAAAAAAABRM/QwWUanxohkQ/s400/DSC00762.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim and Eric were 1940 swinger Zombies. &amp;nbsp;Not swingers as in they get around, but actual swing dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTqi0RGhdOc/Tqd1j3SZazI/AAAAAAAABRU/dpyYCyeH8xQ/s1600/DSC00763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTqi0RGhdOc/Tqd1j3SZazI/AAAAAAAABRU/dpyYCyeH8xQ/s400/DSC00763.JPG" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Addicted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnmUv27j2Lw/Tqd2Dte7RWI/AAAAAAAABRc/-MosADrv_cU/s1600/DSC00708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnmUv27j2Lw/Tqd2Dte7RWI/AAAAAAAABRc/-MosADrv_cU/s400/DSC00708.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim played bass for one of Calli's acoustic show's @ Fuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS3Elymbqqs/Tqd2hWstjqI/AAAAAAAABRk/lxnrG0TJtpk/s1600/DSC00709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS3Elymbqqs/Tqd2hWstjqI/AAAAAAAABRk/lxnrG0TJtpk/s400/DSC00709.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect Fall mix. &amp;nbsp;1 candy corn, 2 peanuts and a M&amp;amp;M in one bite. &amp;nbsp;The perfect bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9yE3oqlawk/Tqd3YPkPUZI/AAAAAAAABRs/u9Xlfwh6qk4/s1600/DSC00704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9yE3oqlawk/Tqd3YPkPUZI/AAAAAAAABRs/u9Xlfwh6qk4/s400/DSC00704.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-6291242487323572732?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/6291242487323572732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=6291242487323572732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6291242487323572732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6291242487323572732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-getting-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMdNN012M-Q/TqdzPE8EuyI/AAAAAAAABQs/DqvC4kze4O4/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1416986048591592635</id><published>2011-10-08T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:09:37.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah.</title><content type='html'>We decided to take a trip to Utah to visit Brock and Jesica. &amp;nbsp;It had only been a month since they moved up there, but we missed them already. &amp;nbsp;We thought it would be nice for a change of weather and also an opportunity to maybe meet up with Jim's family. &amp;nbsp;They live in Colorado so the drive is only about 5 hours. &amp;nbsp;His brother Joe lives in West Jordan so we knew we could see him for sure. &amp;nbsp;We all had a good time. &amp;nbsp;Max and Molly got to see their Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Joe. &amp;nbsp;We also went to go visit some cousins on my side of the family who I haven't seen in almost 10-15 years. &amp;nbsp;It's funny though cause even though I never see them, I feel like I see them all the time. &amp;nbsp;That is the greatness of the www. &amp;nbsp;Everyone has blogs and facebook so it gives us the opportunity to keep tabs on peoples lives. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to see everyone and we were really sad to have to go back to hot Arizona. &amp;nbsp;It took us about 11 hours each way and that is one drive I really don't like to make. &amp;nbsp;My kids were really good, but I hate it. &amp;nbsp;It sort of made me want to move to Utah. &amp;nbsp;I tell Jim this and he just tells me to wait until Winter and I would not think that. &amp;nbsp;Which is most likely true but I have just about had it of Arizona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max &amp;amp; Molly are getting so big these days. &amp;nbsp;Max is loving trying to be a "big boy". &amp;nbsp;Well, with the exception of going potty in the toilet. &amp;nbsp;He's saying many more words, but still his word for whatever he hasn't learned how to say yet is "baba". &amp;nbsp;I'm so sick of this word because I have no idea what he wants. &amp;nbsp;We both get frustrated trying to figure it out. &amp;nbsp;He tells me when he's gone "poo" but only after the fact. &amp;nbsp;I've tried sitting him on his small potty and I think he gets what he is supposed to do, but he refuses to do it. &amp;nbsp;The second I leave the room after an hour of trying he decides to let loose. &amp;nbsp;Yep, &amp;nbsp;on the floor. &amp;nbsp;So I'm not i much of a hurry to get him potty trained but it would be nice if it could work one of these days. &amp;nbsp;Maybe he is just almost ready but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly is running around like crazy. &amp;nbsp;We think she can say "where did it go" and "kitty" and of course "mom". &amp;nbsp;She loves to play outside and heads for the door every chance she gets. &amp;nbsp;She has become attached to her blanky. &amp;nbsp;She always wants it around and gets mad if she can't find it. &amp;nbsp;We tried to get Max to become attached to something when he was her age so he could put himself to sleep. &amp;nbsp;But nothing worked for him. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's something you have to start when they are babies. &amp;nbsp;We gave her this blanket since she was 2 weeks old and walah....She's been waking up early with Max these days (6:00-6:30am) and it's making me crazy. &amp;nbsp;We try to get Max to sleep in but he just wont. &amp;nbsp;Now Molly is on his same sleep schedule so there is no sleeping in past 6:45am around this house. &amp;nbsp;On the weekdays it's no big deal, but come Saturday...please??? &amp;nbsp;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was all of us that went to Rodizio Grill in Pleasant Grove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-6kQADBtaI/TpBp9f2oYcI/AAAAAAAABP4/zeI3jPGNES0/s1600/DSC00675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-6kQADBtaI/TpBp9f2oYcI/AAAAAAAABP4/zeI3jPGNES0/s400/DSC00675.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Arctic Circle run late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMtk_IbCKRo/TpBqnFQhDOI/AAAAAAAABP8/Nr7CMEKkY-Y/s1600/DSC00684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMtk_IbCKRo/TpBqnFQhDOI/AAAAAAAABP8/Nr7CMEKkY-Y/s400/DSC00684.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eating at some Mexican Food place. &amp;nbsp;Molly was asleep on my shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzCbvmkMrwY/TpBqoTz7wnI/AAAAAAAABQA/JQPZ-yr7Jlg/s1600/Calli+%2526+Sha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzCbvmkMrwY/TpBqoTz7wnI/AAAAAAAABQA/JQPZ-yr7Jlg/s400/Calli+%2526+Sha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "Wray" side cousins at Bob &amp;amp; Rhonda's house in SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMvQp3re9bg/TpBqp48IOOI/AAAAAAAABQE/agYhJyHbZoo/s1600/Cousins+funny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMvQp3re9bg/TpBqp48IOOI/AAAAAAAABQE/agYhJyHbZoo/s400/Cousins+funny.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahCIRhPCzFA/TpBrKXyiVDI/AAAAAAAABQI/g0l7v2MhHBw/s1600/DSC00668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahCIRhPCzFA/TpBrKXyiVDI/AAAAAAAABQI/g0l7v2MhHBw/s400/DSC00668.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teaching Max crucial face exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgMPX0yFtM/TpBrrQqG64I/AAAAAAAABQM/rf6lvC01NPU/s1600/DSC00672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgMPX0yFtM/TpBrrQqG64I/AAAAAAAABQM/rf6lvC01NPU/s400/DSC00672.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa &amp;amp; Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YkAeHeEsbk/TpBsQYeapJI/AAAAAAAABQQ/FvG53v1GJCA/s1600/DSC00660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YkAeHeEsbk/TpBsQYeapJI/AAAAAAAABQQ/FvG53v1GJCA/s400/DSC00660.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Calli had a crush on this guy. &amp;nbsp;They called him Aladdin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bOCgAVsmhE/TpBs04J3zLI/AAAAAAAABQU/I0Tlzk6QCGA/s1600/DSC00661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bOCgAVsmhE/TpBs04J3zLI/AAAAAAAABQU/I0Tlzk6QCGA/s400/DSC00661.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly imitating us. &amp;nbsp;She was looking for just the right shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8IaKzydv2A/TpBtYyZ1ttI/AAAAAAAABQY/4vy4rsGjGkc/s1600/DSC00681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8IaKzydv2A/TpBtYyZ1ttI/AAAAAAAABQY/4vy4rsGjGkc/s400/DSC00681.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;of course...cooking bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMQwWVoWYCQ/TpBuEbZvMJI/AAAAAAAABQc/w7fTAsTfSLM/s1600/DSC00682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMQwWVoWYCQ/TpBuEbZvMJI/AAAAAAAABQc/w7fTAsTfSLM/s400/DSC00682.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jesica letting Max water the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TThjbkqGzg/TpBusbN-TYI/AAAAAAAABQg/O0FJfDFwt54/s1600/DSC00569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TThjbkqGzg/TpBusbN-TYI/AAAAAAAABQg/O0FJfDFwt54/s400/DSC00569.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure she found this orange in the trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83q42kF1InA/TpBu_4K4B0I/AAAAAAAABQk/7KBwfEs5QKw/s1600/DSC00638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83q42kF1InA/TpBu_4K4B0I/AAAAAAAABQk/7KBwfEs5QKw/s400/DSC00638.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max being cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_d9YyeA7XY/TpBvg4p78zI/AAAAAAAABQo/RX1yYIkbigc/s1600/DSC00590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_d9YyeA7XY/TpBvg4p78zI/AAAAAAAABQo/RX1yYIkbigc/s400/DSC00590.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1416986048591592635?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1416986048591592635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1416986048591592635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1416986048591592635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1416986048591592635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/10/utah.html' title='Utah.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-6kQADBtaI/TpBp9f2oYcI/AAAAAAAABP4/zeI3jPGNES0/s72-c/DSC00675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-5839319179613201263</id><published>2011-09-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:23:29.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday.</title><content type='html'>At this point in my life it doesn't matter how old I am anymore. &amp;nbsp;I never could understand how someone could forget how old they were until now. &amp;nbsp;Up until a few months ago I though I was already 32 and would be turning 33. &amp;nbsp;Jim had to remind me that I would only be turning 32. &amp;nbsp;As much as being 32 sounds really old, it doesn't matter. &amp;nbsp;I feel 27. &amp;nbsp;So as long as I feel 27 I think I'm good for a few more years. &amp;nbsp;I see a little more wrinkles here and there and make up is a little more necessary these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my birthday this year by going to TGI Friday's. &amp;nbsp;The food was just ok, but the balloon guy there was incredible. &amp;nbsp;Turns out he was some guy that graduated from Mesa High with Kyle. &amp;nbsp;He made the most amazing balloon people and animals. &amp;nbsp;I never spent so much $ on a balloon, but I think it was worth it just to see him make these balloons. &amp;nbsp;My actual birthday was on Sunday and we celebrated by ditching Stake Conference. &amp;nbsp;I told Jim that I just couldn't do it. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't &amp;nbsp;pull together enough patience to sit there for 2 hours trying to get my 2 kids to sit still. &amp;nbsp;Sacrament meeting alone is a challenge and I wonder how I make it through that one hour. &amp;nbsp;So, Jim agreed that we could stay home and have our own Barainca Stake Conference. &amp;nbsp;We learned about Jesus and watched a short film on why we are in debt to Him. &amp;nbsp;It was a severely lazy day and I never got out of my pjs. &amp;nbsp;We watched multiple episodes of Felicity because it is now on Netflix. &amp;nbsp;Then we finished off the night with the leftover oatmeal cake my mom made the night before. &amp;nbsp;The best cake ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt0dRZZbEl8/Tm-eXDfoxRI/AAAAAAAABO8/dNaJoylzqic/s1600/DSC00485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt0dRZZbEl8/Tm-eXDfoxRI/AAAAAAAABO8/dNaJoylzqic/s400/DSC00485.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max trying to copy Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9nLm28TPME/Tm-e4ePpV7I/AAAAAAAABPA/JtNOPseXAOY/s1600/DSC00488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9nLm28TPME/Tm-e4ePpV7I/AAAAAAAABPA/JtNOPseXAOY/s400/DSC00488.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Buzz Light Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CukB9s8HgXw/Tm-jshD3kgI/AAAAAAAABPs/shyuVM2bD8k/s400/DSC00535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tempe Town Lakes remembering 9/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysnYgSxtOpM/Tm-kNR8LLDI/AAAAAAAABPw/IOIfgC04nCQ/s1600/DSC00482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysnYgSxtOpM/Tm-kNR8LLDI/AAAAAAAABPw/IOIfgC04nCQ/s400/DSC00482.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXkQq9KqpYM/Tm-k2z-d6YI/AAAAAAAABP0/bZpw-g-jW0U/s1600/DSC00474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXkQq9KqpYM/Tm-k2z-d6YI/AAAAAAAABP0/bZpw-g-jW0U/s400/DSC00474.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-5839319179613201263?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/5839319179613201263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=5839319179613201263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5839319179613201263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5839319179613201263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthday.html' title='The Birthday.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt0dRZZbEl8/Tm-eXDfoxRI/AAAAAAAABO8/dNaJoylzqic/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-5930654927890983379</id><published>2011-09-05T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:19:00.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly turns 1</title><content type='html'>Yep, my baby is ONE. &amp;nbsp;She turned 1 yesterday and it doesn't even make sense. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure how this past year flew by. &amp;nbsp;She is walking everywhere and will copy things you tell her to do and is just getting so big. &amp;nbsp;I am extremely surprised that I am not pregnant with a 3rd one by now. &amp;nbsp;It's been nice to enjoy just my 2 kids and be able to get on my hands and knees and chase them around the house. &amp;nbsp;I remember when Max was this age I was almost 9 months pregnant and I couldn't play with him. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think having only 2 kids would be just fine. &amp;nbsp;I imagine Max and Molly getting older and it would be somewhat quiet and nice. &amp;nbsp;My Dad always says to have as many kids as you can afford. &amp;nbsp;And I always tell him I should take back the 2 kids I already have. (haha) &amp;nbsp;Seriously though as much as I want like 5 kids, I think 2 could work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sweet little Miss Molly is the cutest 1 year old around and we LOVE her so much. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday cute face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bsMXuSifeDs/TmTwxS8FRMI/AAAAAAAABOY/E7t8gfhUK3Q/s1600/DSC00450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bsMXuSifeDs/TmTwxS8FRMI/AAAAAAAABOY/E7t8gfhUK3Q/s400/DSC00450.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5mQLBCy05E/TmTw_lpN50I/AAAAAAAABOc/otdPuz4hCRM/s1600/DSC00410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5mQLBCy05E/TmTw_lpN50I/AAAAAAAABOc/otdPuz4hCRM/s400/DSC00410.JPG" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TA0Nq5wND7I/TmTxZ4wICaI/AAAAAAAABOg/vGsQq-PeoKk/s1600/DSC00416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TA0Nq5wND7I/TmTxZ4wICaI/AAAAAAAABOg/vGsQq-PeoKk/s400/DSC00416.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a cute little Apron that Jim's Mom made when Jim was just born. &amp;nbsp;She had a little one left and gave it to Molly. &amp;nbsp;It's super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irTiJfk_zdE/TmTx2c9HluI/AAAAAAAABOk/pJSYd6v1I5I/s1600/DSC00437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irTiJfk_zdE/TmTx2c9HluI/AAAAAAAABOk/pJSYd6v1I5I/s400/DSC00437.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly opening up her presents from Grandma Barainca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KTT7Tou3G4/TmTyVdRmhFI/AAAAAAAABOo/IxpauXbDESE/s1600/DSC00427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KTT7Tou3G4/TmTyVdRmhFI/AAAAAAAABOo/IxpauXbDESE/s400/DSC00427.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her own cake to eat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0F84UE7k9dQ/TmTyrtFyJyI/AAAAAAAABOs/lC8qcbq8Wj4/s1600/DSC00458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went Huntington beach. &amp;nbsp;We met up with Kyle and his family. &amp;nbsp;It was tons of fun, but it was too cold and too windy. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why I even wore my swim suit because there was no way I was getting in the water. &amp;nbsp;After about 4 hours of that wind, we were sick of it and left. &amp;nbsp;So we had an early start on our trek home to Arizona. &amp;nbsp;48 hours of California was plenty for us. &amp;nbsp;Molly is a "sleep in her own crib" baby so any other place is not suitable for her. &amp;nbsp;Max was so tired he crawled up on the our hotel bed and was out for the night. &amp;nbsp;I didn't hear one peep out &amp;nbsp;of him. &amp;nbsp;Jim and I haven't slept that close in a long time. &amp;nbsp;I like my distance when I sleep. &amp;nbsp;Just the 3 of us on a queen bed doesn't give a good nights sleep. &amp;nbsp;Last night's sleep was the best ever. &amp;nbsp;Not sleeping with kids and not hearing them cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the kids by myself for about an hour and a half. &amp;nbsp;I let Jim go with Calli and Michael and ride some adult rides. &amp;nbsp;My shirt was drenched I was sweating so bad. &amp;nbsp;Lots of chasing and telling Max it wasn't scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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(or 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to dreaming about living in my current 1350 square foot home and never getting to leave or sell. &amp;nbsp;I guess that is what happens when you are underwater a good $60,000. &amp;nbsp;On a good note, at least we still have our down payment $$$$. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should just quit work and live off that. &amp;nbsp;hahahahaha but serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question. &amp;nbsp;Can't we just win the lottery? &amp;nbsp;They say money can't buy happiness. &amp;nbsp;But I say, if you are already happy and are not totally stupid with money, it truly can buy all the happiness in the world. &amp;nbsp;Both of us working is not cutting it. &amp;nbsp;We just want lot's and lot's of money and can't make it fast enough. &amp;nbsp;I keep telling Jim to get on a game show....He just isn't motivated enough to try. &amp;nbsp;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I have really cute kids. (and husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sm6YoIFm6Gc/Tk3koBfDd8I/AAAAAAAABMI/-94kcBSAzig/s1600/DSC00204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sm6YoIFm6Gc/Tk3koBfDd8I/AAAAAAAABMI/-94kcBSAzig/s400/DSC00204.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am 2 !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwYh51ZRLW4/Tk3lDnzqUKI/AAAAAAAABMM/26zBoyxOUEY/s1600/DSC00235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwYh51ZRLW4/Tk3lDnzqUKI/AAAAAAAABMM/26zBoyxOUEY/s400/DSC00235.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly making herself sick from so much cake!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XL_KWQIHX2I/Tk3lVxbeG3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/Ov3pzotEf9A/s1600/DSC00237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XL_KWQIHX2I/Tk3lVxbeG3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/Ov3pzotEf9A/s400/DSC00237.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWSA0hbb384/Tk3lwFpEILI/AAAAAAAABMU/YedvfG7B-ww/s1600/DSC00233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWSA0hbb384/Tk3lwFpEILI/AAAAAAAABMU/YedvfG7B-ww/s400/DSC00233.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His new favorite toy. &amp;nbsp;Loves the Mr. Potato Head. &amp;nbsp;Probably because he still loves Toy Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdMvC4W11c0/Tk3mLO7TE3I/AAAAAAAABMY/cSGrFJHe0I0/s1600/DSC00250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdMvC4W11c0/Tk3mLO7TE3I/AAAAAAAABMY/cSGrFJHe0I0/s400/DSC00250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdEqnJXBg6k/Tk3mo_DO8aI/AAAAAAAABMc/3fEKPlhwhJw/s1600/DSC00251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdEqnJXBg6k/Tk3mo_DO8aI/AAAAAAAABMc/3fEKPlhwhJw/s400/DSC00251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max got some books from Grandma Barainca. &amp;nbsp;His favorite!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uuq6_LfiRxA/Tk3nJOeVo3I/AAAAAAAABMg/Qdpc_EV4KR4/s1600/DSC00257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uuq6_LfiRxA/Tk3nJOeVo3I/AAAAAAAABMg/Qdpc_EV4KR4/s400/DSC00257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnJedijsYu8/Tk3nroOl0CI/AAAAAAAABMk/ZGR-2h3rAiI/s1600/DSC00258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnJedijsYu8/Tk3nroOl0CI/AAAAAAAABMk/ZGR-2h3rAiI/s400/DSC00258.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Barainca bought Max a Train conductor outfit. &amp;nbsp;The wood block he is holding makes a train sound when you blow into it. &amp;nbsp;He thought it was super cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-eidnWkA98/Tk3oL0T07uI/AAAAAAAABMo/QQkutghtq_w/s1600/DSC00262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-eidnWkA98/Tk3oL0T07uI/AAAAAAAABMo/QQkutghtq_w/s400/DSC00262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsKpKmHvJJc/Tk3osXMC6fI/AAAAAAAABMs/wcRyYHkS_G4/s1600/DSC00263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsKpKmHvJJc/Tk3osXMC6fI/AAAAAAAABMs/wcRyYHkS_G4/s400/DSC00263.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was my Dad's 60th birthday yesterday. &amp;nbsp;We threw him a surprise birthday party at Toby Keiths Bar and Grill. &amp;nbsp;We invited all the kids, his brother and sisters and some of his long time friends. &amp;nbsp;We all had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBjF6oDDszg/Tk3pOMcjUvI/AAAAAAAABMw/O5s3X--EVzw/s1600/DSC00217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBjF6oDDszg/Tk3pOMcjUvI/AAAAAAAABMw/O5s3X--EVzw/s400/DSC00217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkAMhSYbGVg/Tk3paGSn7QI/AAAAAAAABM0/b_Yl1svl0pU/s1600/DSC00219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkAMhSYbGVg/Tk3paGSn7QI/AAAAAAAABM0/b_Yl1svl0pU/s400/DSC00219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idDVwhovBaw/Tk3qfqr3S_I/AAAAAAAABM8/qX5r5zwjnjo/s1600/DSC00221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idDVwhovBaw/Tk3qfqr3S_I/AAAAAAAABM8/qX5r5zwjnjo/s400/DSC00221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max's new tricycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOwy1nv3C6M/Tk3pm4geR-I/AAAAAAAABM4/9xU36U6qohQ/s1600/DSC00227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOwy1nv3C6M/Tk3pm4geR-I/AAAAAAAABM4/9xU36U6qohQ/s400/DSC00227.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1202219678192828970?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1202219678192828970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1202219678192828970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1202219678192828970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1202219678192828970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/08/max-turns-2.html' title='Max turns 2 and why can&apos;t we win the lottery?'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sm6YoIFm6Gc/Tk3koBfDd8I/AAAAAAAABMI/-94kcBSAzig/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-7536261573158133815</id><published>2011-07-28T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:05:38.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>I jut got back from being at Girls Camp for a week. &amp;nbsp;Our stake heads to Camp LoMia. &amp;nbsp;We left Saturday morning and returned Wednesday afternoon. &amp;nbsp;The weather was amazing and I think we all had a pretty good time. &amp;nbsp;You just can't imagine how much works goes into this one week at camp. &amp;nbsp;I am amazed how much time everyone spends to give these girls the experience they hopefully will remember for the rest of their life. &amp;nbsp;I missed my family so much and am so excited to be back home. &amp;nbsp;I swear Max got taller and thinner and Molly grew more hair. &amp;nbsp;Such cute kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82iiluRETm8/TjGMOm3APlI/AAAAAAAABK8/5QaJnS2ePko/s1600/DSC00084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82iiluRETm8/TjGMOm3APlI/AAAAAAAABK8/5QaJnS2ePko/s400/DSC00084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwKySwepZ_o/TjGMt80bN7I/AAAAAAAABLA/zhkM6gLin8o/s1600/DSC00157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwKySwepZ_o/TjGMt80bN7I/AAAAAAAABLA/zhkM6gLin8o/s400/DSC00157.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the leaders and stake staff from 5th ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKXB8PhkeBI/TjGM6XO2BqI/AAAAAAAABLE/jzsBhUDl7qk/s1600/DSC00161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKXB8PhkeBI/TjGM6XO2BqI/AAAAAAAABLE/jzsBhUDl7qk/s400/DSC00161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5th ward Young women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYVKgn1eveQ/TjGNaMJ2WQI/AAAAAAAABLI/LJvRGkLp_Qk/s1600/DSC00137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYVKgn1eveQ/TjGNaMJ2WQI/AAAAAAAABLI/LJvRGkLp_Qk/s400/DSC00137.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Madison and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd04vKQpW80/TjGN6u5RlaI/AAAAAAAABLM/OBtA4By7YMQ/s1600/DSC00089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd04vKQpW80/TjGN6u5RlaI/AAAAAAAABLM/OBtA4By7YMQ/s400/DSC00089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Huffaker, me, Deanna Bushman &amp;amp; Aimee Marziale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkOMUddX6Lc/TjGOYndAB3I/AAAAAAAABLQ/C1_IA-TkYQk/s1600/DSC00142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkOMUddX6Lc/TjGOYndAB3I/AAAAAAAABLQ/C1_IA-TkYQk/s400/DSC00142.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I stole Riverview's bus they used for their lipsync and took random pictures with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgsPQrbqS9I/TjGO1sZS-lI/AAAAAAAABLU/TLTtYtCv5Zk/s1600/DSC00151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgsPQrbqS9I/TjGO1sZS-lI/AAAAAAAABLU/TLTtYtCv5Zk/s400/DSC00151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deanna Bushman, Carly Griffitts, Aimie Marziale, Kim Benitez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFEfrAMX93M/TjGPTw_Wv6I/AAAAAAAABLY/WYCCtKhzIZY/s1600/DSC00103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFEfrAMX93M/TjGPTw_Wv6I/AAAAAAAABLY/WYCCtKhzIZY/s400/DSC00103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kaylee, Kirran, Aubrey, Amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5i85UvRLuc/TjGP0DMrqcI/AAAAAAAABLc/Sqtyg719zMo/s1600/DSC00107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5i85UvRLuc/TjGP0DMrqcI/AAAAAAAABLc/Sqtyg719zMo/s400/DSC00107.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie, Emma &amp;amp; Leandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T0RQMBqUr0/TjGWr5aWDxI/AAAAAAAABL8/5h7j2nYeSiY/s1600/DSC00166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T0RQMBqUr0/TjGWr5aWDxI/AAAAAAAABL8/5h7j2nYeSiY/s400/DSC00166.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I came home to this. &amp;nbsp;Max and Molly colored me a note and got me flowers. &amp;nbsp;Don't I have such a cute husband to think of something like this. &amp;nbsp;I trained him so well....hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWBjwv5Eh2E/TjGQfZ9ofxI/AAAAAAAABLg/u4v_yqR3SnQ/s1600/DSC00065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWBjwv5Eh2E/TjGQfZ9ofxI/AAAAAAAABLg/u4v_yqR3SnQ/s400/DSC00065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got out of bed one morning to find this...Max had wandered into the family room and apparently it was too sunny for him. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure what happened to the other lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW9_Dikt4Ss/TjGQ0aPwI-I/AAAAAAAABLk/vxY4uinEoAo/s1600/DSC00049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW9_Dikt4Ss/TjGQ0aPwI-I/AAAAAAAABLk/vxY4uinEoAo/s400/DSC00049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max didn't want to go to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NGAKIIdzv0/TjGRNneUejI/AAAAAAAABLo/9J_2fntVkHM/s1600/DSC00050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NGAKIIdzv0/TjGRNneUejI/AAAAAAAABLo/9J_2fntVkHM/s400/DSC00050.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly's ready to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnXk5WkUYT8/TjGRjYEfgGI/AAAAAAAABLs/J4p4WGMQt74/s1600/DSC00051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnXk5WkUYT8/TjGRjYEfgGI/AAAAAAAABLs/J4p4WGMQt74/s400/DSC00051.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He does things like this instead of playing with toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1ewk8_G0sY/TjGR_TfcOrI/AAAAAAAABLw/QVdc-AkY3u8/s1600/DSC00045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1ewk8_G0sY/TjGR_TfcOrI/AAAAAAAABLw/QVdc-AkY3u8/s400/DSC00045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dreamin to be like Kanye West.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsA1yOwbxRU/TjGSX6ebtLI/AAAAAAAABL0/Ka-xfUsMYwg/s1600/DSC00034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsA1yOwbxRU/TjGSX6ebtLI/AAAAAAAABL0/Ka-xfUsMYwg/s400/DSC00034.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only picture we took on our Anniversary. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it attractive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK7_2u17iZY/TjGS5OArJKI/AAAAAAAABL4/nSwa17YlBbI/s1600/DSC00062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK7_2u17iZY/TjGS5OArJKI/AAAAAAAABL4/nSwa17YlBbI/s400/DSC00062.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max, Molly &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Adelaide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-7536261573158133815?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/7536261573158133815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=7536261573158133815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7536261573158133815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7536261573158133815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82iiluRETm8/TjGMOm3APlI/AAAAAAAABK8/5QaJnS2ePko/s72-c/DSC00084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-7087009442629341252</id><published>2011-07-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:58:01.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real world.</title><content type='html'>I am kind of sick of hearing about how happy people are and how great they are at life. &amp;nbsp;I think people just have to brag about themselves and their life to make themselves feel better. &amp;nbsp;I mean, don't get me wrong, if that makes you feel good about yourself, keep it up. &amp;nbsp;I just get exhausted listening to it and reading about it via the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't graduate from college, I don't have a totally awesome job, &amp;nbsp;I'm not really good at anything, I don't have many or any hobbies, I don't like scrap booking or having tupperware parties, I am not a photographer and yes, I am 32 years old this September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't having a home to live in with my super awesome husband and 2 kids, trying to do what is right enough? &amp;nbsp;Why must people feel like they need all this "credit" for their life to be good? &amp;nbsp;I feel accomplished just knowing my kids are alive and safe, there is money in the bank and we have a place to all home. &amp;nbsp;I might hate my job and hate going to work 3 days a week, but my life is simple. &amp;nbsp;I might be bored 22 hours out of the day, but my life is simple. &amp;nbsp;I might complain to Jim 21 hours out of the day, but my life is simple. &amp;nbsp;I might dream of having other people's hobbies, but let's be honest, I won't actually do any of them. &amp;nbsp;I guess I'll just stick with my soda. &amp;nbsp;This is my one and only hobby and I'm really good at drinking it. &amp;nbsp;I mean, who doesn't love to go to Circle K and walk out with an ice cold 44oz drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple = good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDPHzhCAYYA/Th0lDHQPjOI/AAAAAAAABKo/q_kCxu1LqZ4/s1600/Photo+75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDPHzhCAYYA/Th0lDHQPjOI/AAAAAAAABKo/q_kCxu1LqZ4/s400/Photo+75.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ8S18Vxs-0/Th0lHpM5LPI/AAAAAAAABKs/g56EuxM1v3c/s1600/Photo+26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ8S18Vxs-0/Th0lHpM5LPI/AAAAAAAABKs/g56EuxM1v3c/s400/Photo+26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1SBBniWFBk/Th0lMnETVeI/AAAAAAAABKw/jIpnhPq1s0w/s1600/Photo+70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1SBBniWFBk/Th0lMnETVeI/AAAAAAAABKw/jIpnhPq1s0w/s400/Photo+70.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAE_JFN5pUg/Th0lQS8Lt6I/AAAAAAAABK0/ssvsMO6masI/s1600/Photo+78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAE_JFN5pUg/Th0lQS8Lt6I/AAAAAAAABK0/ssvsMO6masI/s400/Photo+78.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftn2amsxns0/Th0lR1do8fI/AAAAAAAABK4/Y-46JMU7c70/s1600/Photo+82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftn2amsxns0/Th0lR1do8fI/AAAAAAAABK4/Y-46JMU7c70/s400/Photo+82.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-7087009442629341252?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/7087009442629341252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=7087009442629341252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7087009442629341252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7087009442629341252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/07/real-world.html' title='The real world.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDPHzhCAYYA/Th0lDHQPjOI/AAAAAAAABKo/q_kCxu1LqZ4/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-3432499760129547139</id><published>2011-07-11T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:22:37.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YES, it's been 3 long years. &amp;nbsp;Seems like much longer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim and I went to Las Vegas the weekend before the 4th of July. &amp;nbsp;Jim's friend was turning 30 and a bunch of people went to Vegas to help him celebrate. &amp;nbsp;We were only there about 24 hours, but it was still fun just to get away for a night. &amp;nbsp;I met up with my college friend Melissa who lives there. &amp;nbsp;We got to spend about an hour with each other. &amp;nbsp;Not enough time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n9bnkRgl2Y/ThtrE4hTm9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/0i5wlKtr_Ec/s1600/DSC07614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n9bnkRgl2Y/ThtrE4hTm9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/0i5wlKtr_Ec/s400/DSC07614.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3zGOvBO08/ThtrSUJDb0I/AAAAAAAABJ4/LA7quG99sRE/s1600/DSC07615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3zGOvBO08/ThtrSUJDb0I/AAAAAAAABJ4/LA7quG99sRE/s400/DSC07615.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim, Adam, Pat and Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHXzo0mrt5s/ThtrhTXfINI/AAAAAAAABJ8/F-_n_nTiUdw/s1600/DSC07616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHXzo0mrt5s/ThtrhTXfINI/AAAAAAAABJ8/F-_n_nTiUdw/s400/DSC07616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the 4th of July a few family members came over and we barbequed and swam. &amp;nbsp;It was so hot, but we still had fun. &amp;nbsp;Once the sun went down we set off our own fire works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adelaide (my niece) &amp;nbsp;in her so cute swim outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3f54f77Dvc/Thtrq7b_bgI/AAAAAAAABKA/rHkzei9tgSo/s1600/DSC07625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3f54f77Dvc/Thtrq7b_bgI/AAAAAAAABKA/rHkzei9tgSo/s400/DSC07625.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jes and her Mom holding Molly and Addy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWqwqb-5lZ4/Thtr6wPNGJI/AAAAAAAABKE/DNexiXHbPeY/s1600/DSC07626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWqwqb-5lZ4/Thtr6wPNGJI/AAAAAAAABKE/DNexiXHbPeY/s400/DSC07626.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLKjeu_khWQ/ThtsIFiDmlI/AAAAAAAABKI/U89VHBcEwX8/s1600/DSC07627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLKjeu_khWQ/ThtsIFiDmlI/AAAAAAAABKI/U89VHBcEwX8/s400/DSC07627.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-LhNhtrunQ/ThtsWP-vVaI/AAAAAAAABKM/Oaj8mHCURPw/s1600/DSC07628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-LhNhtrunQ/ThtsWP-vVaI/AAAAAAAABKM/Oaj8mHCURPw/s400/DSC07628.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly being such a big girl and eating all by herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXXErQAaOio/ThtskZ1XbaI/AAAAAAAABKQ/xqEiYMzUTIA/s1600/DSC07629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXXErQAaOio/ThtskZ1XbaI/AAAAAAAABKQ/xqEiYMzUTIA/s400/DSC07629.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08N6GtO8ylM/Thtsx2xWPOI/AAAAAAAABKU/n_pxxZKpJT0/s1600/DSC07633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08N6GtO8ylM/Thtsx2xWPOI/AAAAAAAABKU/n_pxxZKpJT0/s400/DSC07633.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDam8p7HSbA/ThttD6xsjwI/AAAAAAAABKY/CInTL4pNlB0/s1600/DSC07639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDam8p7HSbA/ThttD6xsjwI/AAAAAAAABKY/CInTL4pNlB0/s400/DSC07639.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since Max is turning 2 in a month I thought I would try to see if he was ready for some potty training action. &amp;nbsp;After 2 days, a few pairs of wet underwear, Pee on the sofa, the floor, a book and Molly's leg, I decided he's not ready yet. &amp;nbsp;We'll try in a few months. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ls5PrqyswM/ThttNFGN3MI/AAAAAAAABKc/h0OxEqFwuDM/s1600/DSC07641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ls5PrqyswM/ThttNFGN3MI/AAAAAAAABKc/h0OxEqFwuDM/s400/DSC07641.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim and I celebrated our anniversary of 3 years being married. &amp;nbsp;He took me to this restaurant down town called De La Cruz. &amp;nbsp;It was a different atmosphere but very interesting. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately I spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;I felt really bad for Jim. &amp;nbsp;We got a babysitter and we were home alone. &amp;nbsp;The only problem I was in the bathroom and he was waiting in the other room. &amp;nbsp;Whatever I was sick from lasted all night and I just had to sleep it off. &amp;nbsp;It was a bummer anniversary for sure. &amp;nbsp;I didn't even get a picture of us like I would have liked to and have in the past. &amp;nbsp;I'm upset about it. &amp;nbsp;Jim bought me a new camera and I got him a cup holder for his motorcycle. &amp;nbsp;Both fantastic gifts.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LztO9RYKmJE/ThttVzeqbQI/AAAAAAAABKg/KRAlkW3zjg8/s1600/IMAG0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LztO9RYKmJE/ThttVzeqbQI/AAAAAAAABKg/KRAlkW3zjg8/s400/IMAG0260.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had Flamenco dancing and a live spanish guitarist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_jhq39_xpg/Thttbr08Q-I/AAAAAAAABKk/3Y82HVJBBcs/s1600/IMAG0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_jhq39_xpg/Thttbr08Q-I/AAAAAAAABKk/3Y82HVJBBcs/s400/IMAG0261.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-3432499760129547139?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/3432499760129547139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=3432499760129547139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3432499760129547139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3432499760129547139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-years-married.html' title='3 years married'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n9bnkRgl2Y/ThtrE4hTm9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/0i5wlKtr_Ec/s72-c/DSC07614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-5762075865840154957</id><published>2011-06-27T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:21:50.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies.</title><content type='html'>Yep, I don't know how time gets away from me but it does. &amp;nbsp;It's approaching July and I can't believe it. &amp;nbsp;Max is going to be 2 in August and Molly will be 1 in September. &amp;nbsp;Molly is crawling, walking with wall and couch support but not on her own. &amp;nbsp;She hasn't yet realized that she could probably stand on her own yet. &amp;nbsp;I'm not in a hurry to have her walking, so I'm good with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer vacation is over and I guess we have nothing else really to look forward to. &amp;nbsp;Girls camp is at the end of this month and I am pretty excited about going. &amp;nbsp;Then by the 3rd day I'm sure I'll be looking forward to coming home. &amp;nbsp;At least this time I wont be 8 months pregnant. (like last year) &amp;nbsp;We are just enjoying our kids while they are still babies. Max is becoming such a big boy, learning new words, new attitudes, new skills. &amp;nbsp;We finally cut his hair this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;It took me 4 different sessions. &amp;nbsp;For some reason when the clippers touch his head he thinks his scalp is getting shaved off. &amp;nbsp;He screams and screams and cries so all the little hairs get stuck on his face from his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim and I laughed so hard when we saw this picture. &amp;nbsp;Their faces are too funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3b4u3EBdBg/TgjVW7O2_jI/AAAAAAAABJU/ctYFQzpy1Go/s1600/DSC07533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3b4u3EBdBg/TgjVW7O2_jI/AAAAAAAABJU/ctYFQzpy1Go/s400/DSC07533.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sitting watching TV. &amp;nbsp;The bouncer is my sister in law's and Molly thought it was the perfect seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcPqGAxYm28/TgjVhP6_vrI/AAAAAAAABJY/h4e5YB9kcnc/s1600/DSC07573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcPqGAxYm28/TgjVhP6_vrI/AAAAAAAABJY/h4e5YB9kcnc/s400/DSC07573.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eating spaghetti. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it7dAGfABwg/TgjVqfHDS9I/AAAAAAAABJc/uMY18MNUxrI/s1600/DSC07571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it7dAGfABwg/TgjVqfHDS9I/AAAAAAAABJc/uMY18MNUxrI/s400/DSC07571.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max's friend Jake came over to play. &amp;nbsp;I found all 3 of them playing in Max's room together. &amp;nbsp;So cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3u87zxhVdi0/TgjV0f4gKzI/AAAAAAAABJg/5ZsQIR1GxN4/s1600/DSC07568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3u87zxhVdi0/TgjV0f4gKzI/AAAAAAAABJg/5ZsQIR1GxN4/s400/DSC07568.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I get to babysit my niece Adelaide twice a week. &amp;nbsp;She is so stinkin cute and the kids love her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How did I get all 3 of them to look at me? &amp;nbsp;Crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0z4HpY0h4g/TgjWAPxVvdI/AAAAAAAABJk/Ogw_QgytXGY/s1600/DSC07576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0z4HpY0h4g/TgjWAPxVvdI/AAAAAAAABJk/Ogw_QgytXGY/s400/DSC07576.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIel1qaQHIE/TgkOr_kqtcI/AAAAAAAABJo/U8ZNNYcaYRc/s1600/DSC07597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-5762075865840154957?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/5762075865840154957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=5762075865840154957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5762075865840154957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5762075865840154957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3b4u3EBdBg/TgjVW7O2_jI/AAAAAAAABJU/ctYFQzpy1Go/s72-c/DSC07533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2767654873602201575</id><published>2011-05-31T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:56:47.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominican Republic 2011</title><content type='html'>It's hard to even write to tell how much fun we had. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for my in-laws for letting us take this vacation. &amp;nbsp;If it wasn't for them we would have not had this experience. &amp;nbsp;It's definitely so much more fun NOT being pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I cried about once a day because I missed my kids so much. &amp;nbsp;We were pretty busy most of the day so I was able to keep my mind off of them. &amp;nbsp;I knew they were being taken care of so I wasn't nervous anymore. &amp;nbsp;We looked forward to our itinerary every day that the hotel staff left us the night before during "turn down". &amp;nbsp;We usually started our day with an excursion of some sort, ate, ate lunch, ate, did step aerobics, swam in the pool, ate, drank Coca Cola Light or a rum free Pina Colada, showered, ate some more and then danced. &amp;nbsp;We had long, super fun days. &amp;nbsp;All of the Event staff &amp;nbsp;wanted to dance with Calli. &amp;nbsp;They called her "blondie". &amp;nbsp;They were super funny and flirted with anyone and everyone. &amp;nbsp;They definitely made our vacation more fun. &amp;nbsp;We did ziplining, surfing and Parasailing. &amp;nbsp; We also rode the banana boat which was totally awesome. &amp;nbsp;Spent a lot of time eating nachos and cheese fries from the beach shack that was about 20 feet from where we layed on the beach. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and the chocolate covered macaroons were to die for. &amp;nbsp;AND the soft serve cones all day long. &amp;nbsp;Calli and I got a little too much sun while surfing but healed without too much pain. &amp;nbsp;The day before we left my Dad thought it would be really cool to get FRIED. &amp;nbsp;He stayed in the sun 40 minutes without sunscreen and got extremely crispy. &amp;nbsp;His ride home was not pleasant cause I'm sure he was in a lot of pain. &amp;nbsp;All in all, we had a blast and hope that in 2013 we can drag more people with us wherever we decide to go. &amp;nbsp;Sorry about the scandalous outfits you may see....It was so hot and humid and I don't think we ever took our swimsuits off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb92abSKHpo/TeUrKMZ3yWI/AAAAAAAABJI/fS9b-8dTeCU/s1600/Sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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That is impressive. &amp;nbsp;She leaned over and said to me, "Shalene you will graduate one day". &amp;nbsp;I nodded and said, "no I won't". haha &amp;nbsp;I mean I guess if I have to in order to make a living, but the thought of ever going back to school makes me sick. &amp;nbsp;I hated it since the 3rd grade and it hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were house hunting all last week because we decided that we had a good chunk of a down payment to buy a new house. &amp;nbsp;It was so exciting. &amp;nbsp;I was having so much fun. &amp;nbsp;Well, then I met with my brother who is a loan officer and in order to get my payment to what I wanted, I would need an additional $20,000. &amp;nbsp;So yes, are dreams of buying another house have been shut down. &amp;nbsp;We have to wait a little longer and save like crazy. &amp;nbsp;Which is absolutely no fun!!! &amp;nbsp;So until then, we will stay put and put a little more effort in making our current home better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D.R. 2009--WE WILL SEE YOU SOON!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hWpSSeT0Ys/TdCC3JzcLvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/XXjOeopaooM/s1600/DSC02617_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hWpSSeT0Ys/TdCC3JzcLvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/XXjOeopaooM/s400/DSC02617_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brock's graduation from ASU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bW7IYgjQI6U/TdB_TWfJBsI/AAAAAAAABF0/CfTeqsj11yc/s1600/DSC07084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bW7IYgjQI6U/TdB_TWfJBsI/AAAAAAAABF0/CfTeqsj11yc/s400/DSC07084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly loves the pool and loves to float.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmz04RciUA4/TdB_gKX97HI/AAAAAAAABF4/zlwstaD3rC8/s1600/DSC07104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmz04RciUA4/TdB_gKX97HI/AAAAAAAABF4/zlwstaD3rC8/s400/DSC07104.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adelaide's first time in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prIPrGAOLYA/TdB_tt7gJII/AAAAAAAABF8/ZxIyT05M7Mk/s1600/DSC07118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prIPrGAOLYA/TdB_tt7gJII/AAAAAAAABF8/ZxIyT05M7Mk/s400/DSC07118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spinato's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnuyCNdOwfQ/TdCAIVNFQZI/AAAAAAAABGA/AIR8oWZxbHE/s1600/DSC07086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnuyCNdOwfQ/TdCAIVNFQZI/AAAAAAAABGA/AIR8oWZxbHE/s400/DSC07086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Party in the backyard for Brock's graduation. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdySVAOlXOg/TdCA2yfMufI/AAAAAAAABGM/8RO5aka5O5Q/s400/DSC07067.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2621306104619206549?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2621306104619206549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2621306104619206549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2621306104619206549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2621306104619206549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/05/countdown-is-4-days.html' title='Countdown is 4 days.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hWpSSeT0Ys/TdCC3JzcLvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/XXjOeopaooM/s72-c/DSC02617_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-7664064528914523325</id><published>2011-05-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:04:27.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>A day to celebrate your Mother. &amp;nbsp;What a fantastic concept. &amp;nbsp;It's almost like a second birthday if you train the special people in your life. &amp;nbsp;Max was such a good boy yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I think Jim told him in the wee hours of the morning that he had to be extra nice to me today. &amp;nbsp;His top 3 gifts to me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Changing his poopy diaper. &amp;nbsp;Once the diaper is off and bum is clean, Max runs away and does NOT want a new diaper back on. &amp;nbsp;I ask him nicely and say "please" come over to mommy and let her put a new diaper on him. &amp;nbsp;He walks over to me and lays down right by my feet and let's me put the new diaper on without a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;He sleeps the entire sacrament meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I told him to go to bed and go "night night". &amp;nbsp;He grabbed his blankie and walked right into his room, laid down on his bed and we didn't hear another peep from him. &amp;nbsp;I checked on him a while later and he was sound asleep. &amp;nbsp;Amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim got me some flowers. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed them as I always do. &amp;nbsp;Max and Molly some how typed me a card and let me know how much they loved me. &amp;nbsp;It was super duper cute. &amp;nbsp;Jim also told me that he love me more than Pat Sajak loves Wheel of Fortune. &amp;nbsp;That must be a lot. &amp;nbsp;I am one lucky Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli and I ended up making my Mom dinner. &amp;nbsp;Fish and chicken tacos with rice and beans. &amp;nbsp;Turned out pretty good. &amp;nbsp;Especially the chocolate cake for dessert made by Jesica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &amp;nbsp;2 Mom's (Candice and Phyllis) I hope you had a wonderful Mother's day. &amp;nbsp;I hope you know how much not only I, but my family loves you and appreciates all the things you do as our Mom and their Grandma. &amp;nbsp;Cant wait to see you!!! &amp;nbsp;I think the countdown is 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKIjC8Mgy2g/TcgHAx-bGZI/AAAAAAAABFs/85YmbVBuinw/s400/DSC07058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max building blocks with his eyes closed. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syO20yY-ico/TcgKtF0801I/AAAAAAAABFw/BUT0RLbpIno/s1600/DSC07052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syO20yY-ico/TcgKtF0801I/AAAAAAAABFw/BUT0RLbpIno/s400/DSC07052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-7664064528914523325?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/7664064528914523325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=7664064528914523325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7664064528914523325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7664064528914523325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-II39-qgdyFQ/TcgGrfRUdxI/AAAAAAAABFk/HSGUg0IQm8M/s72-c/DSC07066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-6025075158567458175</id><published>2011-04-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:00:07.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max did really well finding all of his chocolate bunnies and eggs. &amp;nbsp;We did a mock hunt a few days before to prepare him for Easter Sunday. &amp;nbsp;Not only was this a great Sunday, but he didn't cry at all in nursery. &amp;nbsp;This was the first time in about 2 1/2 months. &amp;nbsp;Probably because I made the nursery leaders blow bubbles as I snuck out of the room. &amp;nbsp;Either way it made me really happy. &amp;nbsp;After church we made some deviled eggs and everybody took a nap. &amp;nbsp;Jim had to stay after at church so he missed our totally awesome pictures we took outside. &amp;nbsp;Max thought it was funny that we had to push the timer on the camera and then run really fast to sit next to Molly. &amp;nbsp;That is why he is smiling in the pictures. &amp;nbsp;I should do that more often. &amp;nbsp;Later that afternoon we went to my cousin Brandon's house. &amp;nbsp;Our extended family all got together and had a real good time. &amp;nbsp;Max got to find more eggs and Jim and I got to eat a lot of food. &amp;nbsp;A lot of food........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, we got into a car accident on Saturday afternoon on our way to a birthday party. &amp;nbsp;Some guy fell asleep at the wheel and rammed into us at a red light. &amp;nbsp;It was a pretty hard hit but we are all ok. &amp;nbsp;Both of our cars are totaled. &amp;nbsp;I cried Saturday afternoon because I was so thankful we decided to buy that car last year. &amp;nbsp;We knew we didn't need a car that big, but we bought it anyway. &amp;nbsp;If I was driving the Mazda, my kids would be either extremely hurt or dead. &amp;nbsp;So I'm grateful we were in our Armada, but I'm sad it's gone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNOoyOd_Sok/TbbzZdiGvxI/AAAAAAAABEo/Bl655mjzT-M/s1600/DSC06984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNOoyOd_Sok/TbbzZdiGvxI/AAAAAAAABEo/Bl655mjzT-M/s400/DSC06984.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQBII_lxuXM/TbbzlGgkaxI/AAAAAAAABEs/uC3fQ82b2YA/s1600/DSC06985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQBII_lxuXM/TbbzlGgkaxI/AAAAAAAABEs/uC3fQ82b2YA/s400/DSC06985.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jim was trying to hide an egg under his double chin. &amp;nbsp;I guess he's not as big as he thinks he is. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaeYjBVbWeo/TbbzvRdDgZI/AAAAAAAABEw/euz-gqZjhzo/s1600/DSC06986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaeYjBVbWeo/TbbzvRdDgZI/AAAAAAAABEw/euz-gqZjhzo/s400/DSC06986.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly playing with her Barbie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EI9AazLsl3k/Tbb3p7xbzsI/AAAAAAAABFc/yIQ9MJqE4gU/s400/DSC07010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One day later. &amp;nbsp;Molly is playing with the Barbie's leg. &amp;nbsp;Max is playing with the actual doll. &amp;nbsp;Good thing the doll lasted a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OssvgZj_MNE/Tbb1rR31fNI/AAAAAAAABFY/CKJ-O_c-K2I/s1600/DSC07014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OssvgZj_MNE/Tbb1rR31fNI/AAAAAAAABFY/CKJ-O_c-K2I/s400/DSC07014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-6025075158567458175?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/6025075158567458175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=6025075158567458175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6025075158567458175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6025075158567458175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNOoyOd_Sok/TbbzZdiGvxI/AAAAAAAABEo/Bl655mjzT-M/s72-c/DSC06984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1015691895343400560</id><published>2011-04-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:24:22.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had &amp;nbsp;Calli snap some photos of us in the kids totally awesome Easter outfits. &amp;nbsp;Of course we didn't get one good family pic, but we got a few of the kids and that is really all that matters. &amp;nbsp;This is just a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWZKZmWz_pY/TbbubBYV0cI/AAAAAAAABD4/51excco5LSg/s1600/DSC06864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWZKZmWz_pY/TbbubBYV0cI/AAAAAAAABD4/51excco5LSg/s400/DSC06864.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smVD_Ahpn28/TbbuqxdrwWI/AAAAAAAABD8/tp6fnfI5UR8/s1600/DSC06869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfyVJrssWbc/TayjIznSTPI/AAAAAAAABCs/aXEvws06BWk/s1600/M%2526M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfyVJrssWbc/TayjIznSTPI/AAAAAAAABCs/aXEvws06BWk/s400/M%2526M.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly eating a fudge pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_PsaVFbZFY/TayjkrCEdAI/AAAAAAAABCw/g3SPVNgaBME/s1600/DSC06776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_PsaVFbZFY/TayjkrCEdAI/AAAAAAAABCw/g3SPVNgaBME/s400/DSC06776.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oP-MnWb4NzM/Tayjtv69p5I/AAAAAAAABC0/imAfXxhDbZA/s1600/DSC06780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oP-MnWb4NzM/Tayjtv69p5I/AAAAAAAABC0/imAfXxhDbZA/s400/DSC06780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing after bath time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufP7M6Skoao/TaykkgYWTjI/AAAAAAAABC8/pLWOjY8zk3Y/s1600/DSC06813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufP7M6Skoao/TaykkgYWTjI/AAAAAAAABC8/pLWOjY8zk3Y/s400/DSC06813.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BATHTIME!!! (Max was covering up his privates)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fJ9txyoM9U/TaykBkw8UOI/AAAAAAAABC4/9CVZmCdFjWo/s1600/DSC06802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fJ9txyoM9U/TaykBkw8UOI/AAAAAAAABC4/9CVZmCdFjWo/s400/DSC06802.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max sliding down the slide at the park all by himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vADoj-faqag/Tayk6Okx9oI/AAAAAAAABDA/xIyTS9hMj78/s1600/DSC06835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vADoj-faqag/Tayk6Okx9oI/AAAAAAAABDA/xIyTS9hMj78/s400/DSC06835.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She's officially starting to sleep on her side and tummy which is an obvious sign she's getting older :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vqr_adHQXw/TaylGsU37fI/AAAAAAAABDE/WCtc_39W1lc/s1600/DSC06839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vqr_adHQXw/TaylGsU37fI/AAAAAAAABDE/WCtc_39W1lc/s400/DSC06839.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Max eating lunch on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6l93OIoI6js/TaylUxJQxLI/AAAAAAAABDI/fINd7C0QENg/s1600/DSC06840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6l93OIoI6js/TaylUxJQxLI/AAAAAAAABDI/fINd7C0QENg/s400/DSC06840.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly learning how to clap her hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftIGCYWG0qc/Tayle3Tsv-I/AAAAAAAABDM/nUsxC1K4dbo/s1600/DSC06844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftIGCYWG0qc/Tayle3Tsv-I/AAAAAAAABDM/nUsxC1K4dbo/s400/DSC06844.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-5265888171227057966?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/5265888171227057966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=5265888171227057966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5265888171227057966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5265888171227057966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/04/they-grow-up-too-fast.html' title='They grow up too fast.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfyVJrssWbc/TayjIznSTPI/AAAAAAAABCs/aXEvws06BWk/s72-c/M%2526M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-3923039952921290131</id><published>2011-04-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:09:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost time for a....... VACATION!</title><content type='html'>Yup, the countdown begins....I think we are on 7 weeks until our totally radical tropical vacation. &amp;nbsp;When we went 2 years ago, we said we would be back every other year. &amp;nbsp;Well, then we had 2 kids and didn't know if ever would go back. &amp;nbsp;Well, we decided we HAVE to go back...AND, without kids. &amp;nbsp;Even though I know I will cry every night because I miss my kids and worry about their safety, I am really looking forward to this vacation. &amp;nbsp;We had a good time back in 2009, but I was 6 months pregnant and couldn't do any of the excursions. &amp;nbsp;So this year we are going to blow a ton of money and have the time of our life. &amp;nbsp;My in-laws are so awesome. &amp;nbsp;They are driving down here to spend the week with our kids. &amp;nbsp;We figured our kids wouldn't be such turd's if they were able to be in their own surroundings. &amp;nbsp;I don't think they fully know the challenge they have a head of them, but we are so thankful for them doing this for us. &amp;nbsp;I thought about taking them with us, but the flight alone made me want to stab my eye out. &amp;nbsp;Max wouldn't make it ONE hour on a flight right now. &amp;nbsp;He has way to much energy. &amp;nbsp;So we'll just take them to California before the summer ends...this way we can just drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost EASTER.&lt;br /&gt;I love Easter or the days around the holiday. &amp;nbsp;I didn't expect it to already hit 100 degree's and have to turn our A/C on but it happened. &amp;nbsp;I love trying to plant flowers in my yard and buying Easter outfits for the kids AND Jim. &amp;nbsp;I just can't wait. &amp;nbsp;Usually the flowers and plants end up dying because I am the worst gardner in the world. &amp;nbsp;I have faith that my bogenvilla's (I can't spell that) will survive and I will not kill them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Conference usually starts off the Easter season (with the exception of a few years). &amp;nbsp;We started a tradition of caramel pull aparts in the morning and continuously eating on the hour of every hour. &amp;nbsp;We didn't do a lot of watching or listening to conference with our kids running around so we'll have to re-watch it another day. &amp;nbsp;This is what we did instead....oh wait, we did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anh2zEwxFts/TZowPJfA-5I/AAAAAAAABCM/s2WGb21Lgw8/s1600/DSC06767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anh2zEwxFts/TZowPJfA-5I/AAAAAAAABCM/s2WGb21Lgw8/s400/DSC06767.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The yummiest, greatest things ever. &amp;nbsp;Caramel pull aparts. &amp;nbsp;Rhode's rolls, butterscotch pudding and BUTTER. &amp;nbsp;I had 3, Max had 2, Molly ate a 1/4 of one and Jim ate all the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLc2R-Tdac4/TZowg4DxepI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z3_VJtzi84U/s1600/DSC06769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLc2R-Tdac4/TZowg4DxepI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z3_VJtzi84U/s400/DSC06769.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My kids just finishing their soda's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding...I really don't give them soda. &amp;nbsp;They just love squishing the cans and throwing them around the house. &amp;nbsp;Nothing like pop stains on the carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aul4o6xLqj4/TZowvE0Pl4I/AAAAAAAABCU/LfmOJDIJ2HQ/s1600/DSC06772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aul4o6xLqj4/TZowvE0Pl4I/AAAAAAAABCU/LfmOJDIJ2HQ/s400/DSC06772.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXW39REt3MU/TZow5aBxySI/AAAAAAAABCY/TzxE5VlGSbc/s1600/DSC06751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXW39REt3MU/TZow5aBxySI/AAAAAAAABCY/TzxE5VlGSbc/s400/DSC06751.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't hang out with them on Sunday, but we did visit over the weekend. Adelaide Huffaker was born last week. &amp;nbsp;She is truly dreamy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1v9GYxKbdk/TZoxG178dbI/AAAAAAAABCc/porLDkPpwVg/s1600/DSC06742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1v9GYxKbdk/TZoxG178dbI/AAAAAAAABCc/porLDkPpwVg/s400/DSC06742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brock........a new daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wkWkPj1G7gs/TZoxTz-6dkI/AAAAAAAABCg/4QYE_nO6ZLY/s1600/DSC06743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wkWkPj1G7gs/TZoxTz-6dkI/AAAAAAAABCg/4QYE_nO6ZLY/s400/DSC06743.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we go over to Brock and Jesica's house, Max only plays with their 2 dogs. &amp;nbsp;He will stay outside for hours just running around with them. &amp;nbsp;He love them. &amp;nbsp;And the dogs love Max. &amp;nbsp;We always joke that Max is being raised by the dogs and he is turning into one. &amp;nbsp;This is him when he finally wants to come inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lyk9ubvo_0/TZoxeMei3pI/AAAAAAAABCk/xkZHil8aPhI/s1600/DSC06745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lyk9ubvo_0/TZoxeMei3pI/AAAAAAAABCk/xkZHil8aPhI/s400/DSC06745.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly just hanging out in her underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz_So0dC_BI/TZoxkOv552I/AAAAAAAABCo/l9DNMl1PxCQ/s1600/Molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz_So0dC_BI/TZoxkOv552I/AAAAAAAABCo/l9DNMl1PxCQ/s400/Molly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-3923039952921290131?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/3923039952921290131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=3923039952921290131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3923039952921290131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3923039952921290131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-time-for-vacation.html' title='almost time for a....... VACATION!'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anh2zEwxFts/TZowPJfA-5I/AAAAAAAABCM/s2WGb21Lgw8/s72-c/DSC06767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1947518253434815429</id><published>2011-03-24T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:10:21.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippity snap shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took Molly and Max to the temple today and took some pictures. &amp;nbsp;They didn't turn out very well given we only spent about 15 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Max wouldn't sit still and Molly decided she wasn't going to smile after the first 30 seconds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh and Jim left her hair bow at the house. &amp;nbsp;I was so mad .....oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Oh how we at so much. &amp;nbsp;I think we ate every hour on the hour. &amp;nbsp;Wether it was churro's, deep friend corn dogs, pineapple whips, ice cream bars it was oh so good. &amp;nbsp;I thought for sure I had gained 5 lbs in those 2 days. I lucked out and only gained a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tea cups with one of the teacher's from my Mom's school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-waBwqTFzCjg/TYwYuZ03TDI/AAAAAAAABAo/kfjI-jkl3S0/s1600/P3170031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-waBwqTFzCjg/TYwYuZ03TDI/AAAAAAAABAo/kfjI-jkl3S0/s400/P3170031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-On2LuNojLMc/TYwY6MaxtBI/AAAAAAAABAs/1xAFUckFnOI/s1600/P3170040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-On2LuNojLMc/TYwY6MaxtBI/AAAAAAAABAs/1xAFUckFnOI/s400/P3170040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's thinking if we should wait an hour to go on Space Mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3MZzobqUVDg/TYwZHxx-62I/AAAAAAAABAw/YEqeAxLcxBU/s1600/P3170045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3MZzobqUVDg/TYwZHxx-62I/AAAAAAAABAw/YEqeAxLcxBU/s400/P3170045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUZZ--Took this pic for Max&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rrr-mPRyCeg/TYwZVKp1zAI/AAAAAAAABA0/S8rcHDWU_-I/s1600/P3170075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Our totally awesome jackets we bought. &amp;nbsp;We left our's in the car and didn't want to walk back to the hotel. &amp;nbsp;So we bought $50 Disney jackets. &amp;nbsp;You can't justify it, but we did it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XBjFYm32mNE/TYwaeL1l9wI/AAAAAAAABBI/7py65b3L00k/s1600/P3180076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XBjFYm32mNE/TYwaeL1l9wI/AAAAAAAABBI/7py65b3L00k/s400/P3180076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PwBCy9N7dSE/TYwaq6E0S2I/AAAAAAAABBM/oW91ZFNrpk4/s1600/P3180083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PwBCy9N7dSE/TYwaq6E0S2I/AAAAAAAABBM/oW91ZFNrpk4/s400/P3180083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, the Monte Cristo sandwiches from the Blu Bayou. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how to spell it, but they were so worth it. &amp;nbsp;I dream about these things at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pl0t6ytbdm8/TYwa11y_tCI/AAAAAAAABBQ/u2ntJVmJqAg/s1600/P3180092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pl0t6ytbdm8/TYwa11y_tCI/AAAAAAAABBQ/u2ntJVmJqAg/s400/P3180092.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0LlkCD3zwn4/TYwbD5q81qI/AAAAAAAABBU/-uVcPyXoXnk/s1600/P3180093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0LlkCD3zwn4/TYwbD5q81qI/AAAAAAAABBU/-uVcPyXoXnk/s400/P3180093.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My good friend Bonnie B lives in LA and met us Friday night for dinner. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to hang out and see her. &amp;nbsp;And yes, dogs are allowed in this restaurant apparently. &amp;nbsp;Really weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m1i8MeoI6Eo/TYwbQ_S_EUI/AAAAAAAABBY/s5XHx4nWej4/s1600/P3180096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m1i8MeoI6Eo/TYwbQ_S_EUI/AAAAAAAABBY/s5XHx4nWej4/s400/P3180096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tower of Terror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T_XwFqlyhbw/TYwbTcx3BcI/AAAAAAAABBc/bxylB3EAKZQ/s1600/P3180100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T_XwFqlyhbw/TYwbTcx3BcI/AAAAAAAABBc/bxylB3EAKZQ/s400/P3180100.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-4917206799377650042?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/4917206799377650042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=4917206799377650042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/4917206799377650042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/4917206799377650042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/03/disneyland-2011.html' title='Disneyland 2011'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-waBwqTFzCjg/TYwYuZ03TDI/AAAAAAAABAo/kfjI-jkl3S0/s72-c/P3170031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-8275770806505352532</id><published>2011-03-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:26:27.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies.</title><content type='html'>So lately I have felt this desire for baby #3. &amp;nbsp;I know, I am totally nuts and out of my mind. &amp;nbsp;I tell Jim and he gets mad and tells me to get over it. &amp;nbsp;He says that he will not have a baby with me anytime soon. &amp;nbsp;I also just have to look at my pregnant sis-in-law and it makes me think to myself, I don't want to be pregnant again. &amp;nbsp;She looks super good for being 8 months pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I just know how I feel when I am prego and I don't want to do that again just yet. &amp;nbsp;I still am losing hair and if I have another baby I'm pretty sure I'll have to invest in a full blown wig when I'm done. &amp;nbsp;I already have to wear fake hair (extensions) as it is cause I don't have any. &amp;nbsp;Guess I'll have to cut it all off. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I think I'll do that very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleeping through most of the nights and want to enjoy that a little longer. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll have this chat again with Jim come July for a March baby. &amp;nbsp;I think that sounds great.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love my babies. (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I love to just keep them in diapers. &amp;nbsp;It makes them feel more like babies to me. &amp;nbsp;And then I realize, wait....I really do have 2 babies. &amp;nbsp;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-973ixBcYd2o/TXbnQDCAFII/AAAAAAAAA_0/atcnA0Gc6TU/s1600/DSC06586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-973ixBcYd2o/TXbnQDCAFII/AAAAAAAAA_0/atcnA0Gc6TU/s320/DSC06586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max learning how to eat cereal and use a spoon. &amp;nbsp;He did pretty good. &amp;nbsp;Spilled a lot of milk, but got at least ONE captain crunch in his mouth per spoonful. &amp;nbsp;We were inspired to eat cereal for dinner thanks to Kirk's home video of a cereal party. &amp;nbsp;We were going to make a video too and respond via facebook with it, but I totally forgot. &amp;nbsp;So lame.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rE4L50q2J24/TXbpOTQbq5I/AAAAAAAABAA/q40TNJNaJ4Y/s1600/DSC06605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rE4L50q2J24/TXbpOTQbq5I/AAAAAAAABAA/q40TNJNaJ4Y/s320/DSC06605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly. &amp;nbsp;Happy as usual. &amp;nbsp;Dad dressed her this day. &amp;nbsp;I thought he did a good job. &amp;nbsp;Usually I'll pick her up from Kami's and she's wearing mismatched clothes and ALWAYS some sort of sweat pants. &amp;nbsp;So weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Pks17oyEWqQ/TXbqDxhHFRI/AAAAAAAABAE/vPHtmsS4jZQ/s1600/DSC06593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Pks17oyEWqQ/TXbqDxhHFRI/AAAAAAAABAE/vPHtmsS4jZQ/s320/DSC06593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max trying on my glasses. &amp;nbsp;We tell him to look cool and he'll put glasses on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Pi23vMkz4YM/TXbq0n4UeII/AAAAAAAABAM/8WeMoAhCI8A/s1600/Max2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Pi23vMkz4YM/TXbq0n4UeII/AAAAAAAABAM/8WeMoAhCI8A/s320/Max2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max really wanted to go outside so I told him he had to get his shoes on. &amp;nbsp;Well the only shoes we could find at the moment were his sandals from last summer. &amp;nbsp;They are so lame and they are way too small. &amp;nbsp;So &amp;nbsp;I put them on his feet anyway AND with socks. &amp;nbsp;I was crying I was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ujHPuIrJ9oc/TXbqe5QsiwI/AAAAAAAABAI/JOsLawTHRho/s1600/Max.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ujHPuIrJ9oc/TXbqe5QsiwI/AAAAAAAABAI/JOsLawTHRho/s320/Max.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another moment I was crying so hard because I was laughing. &amp;nbsp;I left the room while Jim was changing MOlly's diaper. &amp;nbsp;I came back in and this is how she was on the floor. &amp;nbsp;I fell to the ground because I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. &amp;nbsp;Why was she like this? &amp;nbsp;Jim said this is just how she wanted to be at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bKxMW423vWc/TXbn7vsonoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/d0dAgU1rIaA/s1600/DSC06580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bKxMW423vWc/TXbn7vsonoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/d0dAgU1rIaA/s320/DSC06580.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These might be my favorite toys of Max's right now. I think they are so cute. &amp;nbsp;I always line them up for him and we play guess that animal. &amp;nbsp;He only knows about 4 right now. ( the farm ones) &amp;nbsp;We just got the zoo animals so he has yet to learn them. &amp;nbsp;He is talking so much lately....We enjoy it cause sometimes it can be really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pmNI00rG99w/TXbol-AJfNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yjGLlW91PSs/s1600/DSC06596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pmNI00rG99w/TXbol-AJfNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yjGLlW91PSs/s320/DSC06596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-8275770806505352532?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/8275770806505352532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=8275770806505352532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8275770806505352532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8275770806505352532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/03/babies.html' title='Babies.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-973ixBcYd2o/TXbnQDCAFII/AAAAAAAAA_0/atcnA0Gc6TU/s72-c/DSC06586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-6273044315007878292</id><published>2011-03-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:35:32.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tube top for a baby?</title><content type='html'>Never heard of these until Saturday. &amp;nbsp;A family friend of ours gave this outfit to my sister-in-law (Jesica) at her baby shower. &amp;nbsp;Jesica is having a girl so we just had to try it on someone.....It really is so super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8Tvx3rQUjxU/TW1mmMcUkHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JI-Rtyc8lHE/s1600/oh+so+pretty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8Tvx3rQUjxU/TW1mmMcUkHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JI-Rtyc8lHE/s400/oh+so+pretty.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-6273044315007878292?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/6273044315007878292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=6273044315007878292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6273044315007878292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6273044315007878292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/03/tube-top-for-baby.html' title='a tube top for a baby?'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8Tvx3rQUjxU/TW1mmMcUkHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JI-Rtyc8lHE/s72-c/oh+so+pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-4944918620302931560</id><published>2011-02-25T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:45:17.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tazmanian Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WT7srWdIyvs/TWg9cky7M1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/eCs7dtN54s0/s1600/Tasmanian+Devil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WT7srWdIyvs/TWg9cky7M1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/eCs7dtN54s0/s200/Tasmanian+Devil.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I am talking about Max. &amp;nbsp;I feel like he is here then there in a second. &amp;nbsp;One second he is standing in the drive way and the next he is across the street at the neighbor's. &amp;nbsp;I've been super lucky many times that Max has not been hit by a car. &amp;nbsp;I know better than to turn my head for more than a second. &amp;nbsp;Jim is much better than keeping an eye on him. &amp;nbsp;I need to get better and get better fast. &amp;nbsp;I know my neighbor's think I am such a horrible Mom. &amp;nbsp;I let him play in the front yard while I do yard work and I am constantly yelling at him and telling him no. &amp;nbsp;He always seems to find his way down the street or across the street. &amp;nbsp;Even when I am watching him. &amp;nbsp;He's super fast and that is really dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max also like to throw everything. This is something he has learned to do since he was about 1. &amp;nbsp;We taught him how to throw and now he throws everything. &amp;nbsp;He really does have an arm which makes Jim really happy. &amp;nbsp;Only because he dreams of Max either being a professional baseball player or an NFL football player. &amp;nbsp;He can throw straight to your hands from across the room. &amp;nbsp;The downfall to this...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYEnQTTUFy0/TWg8MJyMyOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sQXEv78Ud5o/s1600/DSC06534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYEnQTTUFy0/TWg8MJyMyOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sQXEv78Ud5o/s320/DSC06534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, he threw one of Molly's toys right at my face. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't paying attention and then BAM. &amp;nbsp;You could tell he felt bad so I couldn't get mad at him. &amp;nbsp;But yes it really hurt and didn't stop bleeding for 20 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I told him he couldn't throw anything anymore. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I didn't get mad until about 25 minutes later he threw one of his blocks across the room. &amp;nbsp;I picked him up and threw him on his bed and shut the door. &amp;nbsp;Trying to help him understand that we don't throw ANYTHING. &amp;nbsp;He is not allowed to even throw balls anymore. &amp;nbsp;So every time he throws something he gets to go to his room and sit there till I am not mad anymore. &amp;nbsp;I can only imagine if he threw that at Molly. &amp;nbsp;OOhhhh, he would be in so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf3B-aSuJWE/TWg-Qk_z05I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Em2uMlSfWrE/s1600/DSC06524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf3B-aSuJWE/TWg-Qk_z05I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Em2uMlSfWrE/s320/DSC06524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Molly is getting the hang of holding her own bottle. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait until she masters this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8hiQtdNeWY/TWg-e2eNYHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ufVfPLQJLKQ/s1600/DSC06521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8hiQtdNeWY/TWg-e2eNYHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ufVfPLQJLKQ/s320/DSC06521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-4944918620302931560?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WT7srWdIyvs/TWg9cky7M1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/eCs7dtN54s0/s72-c/Tasmanian+Devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-8581890612157501218</id><published>2011-02-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:46:03.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day 2011</title><content type='html'>Max and Molly have been sick and it makes me sad. &amp;nbsp;My sister in law is so nice to come over and just hang out with me. &amp;nbsp;She knows I get cabin fever. &amp;nbsp;She came over and helped me with my kids. &amp;nbsp;It was so nice. &amp;nbsp;She left and Jim came home and we enjoyed some fancy Jack in the Box. &amp;nbsp;Jim ate most of it, but it was oh so good. &amp;nbsp;We then enjoyed &amp;nbsp;a slice of cheesecake, also from Jack in the Box for $1. &amp;nbsp;It was really good. &amp;nbsp;We got the kids to bed early so we could have our ALONE time. &amp;nbsp;Jim really, really wanted to watch The Notebook. &amp;nbsp;I think it's his favorite movie. &amp;nbsp;He especially loves it when I fall asleep 30 minutes into it. &amp;nbsp; I believe the time was 9:30pm. &amp;nbsp;I guess that is what you get when you wake up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so sweet to bring home flowers and some presents. &amp;nbsp; He gave me a robe and some sparkly earrings. &amp;nbsp;I gave him some chocolate and some other stuff. &amp;nbsp;Oh and I can't forget about the Child's play. &amp;nbsp;Oh how we love our candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim's parents sent Max and Molly some V-day gifts. &amp;nbsp;They were so cute. &amp;nbsp;Max especially love to eat the box of chocolates then spit them out onto the carpet. &amp;nbsp;He thought it was funny that he could spit chocolate drool between his teeth. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think it was that funny. &amp;nbsp;Now I have chocolate, vomit, toast and banana's all over the carpet. &amp;nbsp;So don't come over to my house and sit on the floor. &amp;nbsp;If he could just learn to eat his food and when he's done he's done. &amp;nbsp;Not be done and then throw all the food he didn't finish across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9WHE3BQ7e4/TVtEtwTrkUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/s0OU2B3u0N0/s1600/DSC06453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9WHE3BQ7e4/TVtEtwTrkUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/s0OU2B3u0N0/s320/DSC06453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBlJ4TPBGsI/TVtE75O1HeI/AAAAAAAAA-w/sLCiMBSAb58/s1600/DSC06473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBlJ4TPBGsI/TVtE75O1HeI/AAAAAAAAA-w/sLCiMBSAb58/s320/DSC06473.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-wU4SgQFos/TVtFIhtklYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/0q6Hg9kRC2o/s1600/DSC06467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-wU4SgQFos/TVtFIhtklYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/0q6Hg9kRC2o/s320/DSC06467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWEQQo2l1D4/TVtFu6ii9OI/AAAAAAAAA-4/70S8PhaqYS4/s1600/DSC06465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWEQQo2l1D4/TVtFu6ii9OI/AAAAAAAAA-4/70S8PhaqYS4/s320/DSC06465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what Max did all day. &amp;nbsp;Take all the books off the book shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXr1grgDUko/TVtGzbpYPHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1eAHBx71sKY/s1600/DSC06474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXr1grgDUko/TVtGzbpYPHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1eAHBx71sKY/s320/DSC06474.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what Molly did all day yesterday and today. &amp;nbsp;She is not a happy camper. &amp;nbsp;She has had a fever, pukes and just cries all day. &amp;nbsp;It's so sad. &amp;nbsp;She's like a heater she's so warm. &amp;nbsp;She better get better cause I can't take it. &amp;nbsp;It makes my heart hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XKsRgTgtJQ/TVtHAfqRJ2I/AAAAAAAAA_E/zbJ2Cxw-JIw/s1600/DSC06475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XKsRgTgtJQ/TVtHAfqRJ2I/AAAAAAAAA_E/zbJ2Cxw-JIw/s320/DSC06475.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-8581890612157501218?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/8581890612157501218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=8581890612157501218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8581890612157501218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8581890612157501218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-2011.html' title='Valentines Day 2011'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9WHE3BQ7e4/TVtEtwTrkUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/s0OU2B3u0N0/s72-c/DSC06453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-344290762522487497</id><published>2011-02-13T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:07:52.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim,</title><content type='html'>Remember our first Valentine's Day together? &amp;nbsp;Oh how it was so romantic. &amp;nbsp;You came over after work and I labored all night to cook you dinner. &amp;nbsp;We ate in candlelight and danced under the black sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I picked up Jack in the Box on the way home from work and we ate it then made out. &amp;nbsp;Oh yes, your favorite...Jack in the Box. &amp;nbsp;Those were the days when you would send me flowers at work just to show me how much you loved me. &amp;nbsp; The days where we could just pick up and go out to eat and do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. &amp;nbsp;The day's of being honeymooner's and using flirtatious gestures. &amp;nbsp;Oh how I remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the new days of our Valentine's Day's going forward and leaving behind all of the above:( Either way, I love you Megastud and the kids you've helped me make in the meantime. &amp;nbsp;hugs and kisses to my Max &amp;amp; Molly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/344290762522487497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/344290762522487497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/02/jim.html' title='Jim,'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bF17gNXzbn4/TVh_gqgS7kI/AAAAAAAAA-g/jzdLVu3zTro/s72-c/Photo+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1733534487409055361</id><published>2011-02-07T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:39:03.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shalene sleep Theory</title><content type='html'>So as I mentioned, there are a bunch of "sleep" theories out there. &amp;nbsp;None of them worked for us. &amp;nbsp;Well, it's only been a little over a week, but I think we've got it all figured out. &amp;nbsp;The problem with Max's sleep was his own bed. &amp;nbsp;I truly believe it was his crib. &amp;nbsp;He would scream and scream and be so pissed off. &amp;nbsp;He's had his big boy bed now for about 10 days and his sleeping habits have drastically changed. &amp;nbsp;He no longer screams and no longer wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't fight me (most of the time) to go to bed. &amp;nbsp;We walk into his room together and he gets up on his bed and lays down. &amp;nbsp;There are times when I have to repeat myself over and over again, but he ends up putting himself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today around 11:30am I asked him to go in his room and lay down to take a nap. &amp;nbsp;He shook his head "no". &amp;nbsp;I asked him again, and he slowly walked himself into his room and laid down on his bed. &amp;nbsp;I shut the door and I could hear him whine a little. &amp;nbsp;About 15 seconds later I hear the door open. &amp;nbsp;He peeks his head out. &amp;nbsp;I tell him again to go lay down and he runs to his bed and lays down. &amp;nbsp;This happens one more time and it all ends with him &amp;nbsp;doing it all by himself and sleeping for 2 hours. &amp;nbsp;I am so proud of my little bear. &amp;nbsp;I mean it's not perfect and there are times I still want to punch myself in the face, but our theory worked. &amp;nbsp;We didn't have to have him cry it out. &amp;nbsp;We didn't have to learn any new techniques. &amp;nbsp;We changed the bed and let him know that we are here and did not abandon him at night. &amp;nbsp;He's a little guy, he just wants to know that we are going to be here when he wakes up in the night. &amp;nbsp;He was just teaching us patience. &amp;nbsp;And still is teaching us every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My handsome big boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDBIpd5lxI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jN3F18wDtRM/s1600/DSC06420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDBIpd5lxI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jN3F18wDtRM/s320/DSC06420.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I don't know about you, but we EAT for fun. &amp;nbsp;This is about the only thing that our weekends consist of. &amp;nbsp;So yes, we went to the Lob (Red Lobster) on Friday and Chevy's on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea why I was taking picture's. &amp;nbsp;Probably because this is what we do for fun. &amp;nbsp;Maybe we should start thinking of better ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDBiaaqejI/AAAAAAAAA-I/VPZCbGj0d_4/s1600/DSC06396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDBiaaqejI/AAAAAAAAA-I/VPZCbGj0d_4/s320/DSC06396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDB9siIYmI/AAAAAAAAA-M/VoygxvkWliE/s1600/DSC06405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDDDn6a6sI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wl2rv0LElDI/s320/DSC06393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDCddkP4rI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/EanN093qaPU/s1600/DSC06428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDCddkP4rI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/EanN093qaPU/s320/DSC06428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she finally can open her mouth and eat. &amp;nbsp;As you can see not very well, but we are working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDDWxrHoeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/5HXmtk4-sJo/s1600/Cereal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDDWxrHoeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/5HXmtk4-sJo/s320/Cereal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1733534487409055361?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1733534487409055361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1733534487409055361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1733534487409055361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1733534487409055361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/02/shalene-sleep-theory.html' title='The Shalene sleep Theory'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TVDBIpd5lxI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jN3F18wDtRM/s72-c/DSC06420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-4925722223926330832</id><published>2011-02-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:44:16.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to the last post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in Max's room right by his bed. 9:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;He eventually cried, cried some more, then laid himself down, tossed around and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time to get my child to bed: &amp;nbsp;30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today's nap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put him down in his bed with his blanket and told him it was time for sleepies. &amp;nbsp;shut the door&lt;br /&gt;Played with his toys, banged on the door, played with the blinds, banged on the door. &amp;nbsp;Laid himself down in his bed. (I know because I was peeking under the door ).....don't worry, I know I'm totally crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Is now asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time to get my child to bed: &amp;nbsp;30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle 30 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully he is understanding what is happening and the time can get shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TUndojCnHnI/AAAAAAAAA9w/rJfI-hxoV1s/s1600/crazy_woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TUndojCnHnI/AAAAAAAAA9w/rJfI-hxoV1s/s320/crazy_woman.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-4925722223926330832?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/4925722223926330832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=4925722223926330832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/4925722223926330832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/4925722223926330832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-to-last-post.html' title='Update to the last post....'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TUndojCnHnI/AAAAAAAAA9w/rJfI-hxoV1s/s72-c/crazy_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-6891534642800144109</id><published>2011-02-01T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:39:51.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A failure as a Mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yep, I've decided that this is true. &amp;nbsp;I have totally failed as a mother. &amp;nbsp;For the past 8 months I have been stressed out with Max's sleeping habits. &amp;nbsp;We've tried every method out there. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure all of you realize how many sleeping methods there are, but holy crap, there are a ton. &amp;nbsp;As a mom, I should have realized that you have to "teach" your child to go to sleep on their own. &amp;nbsp;Max always slept through the night when he was a baby so I didn't think of it. &amp;nbsp;I thought you rocked your baby to sleep. &amp;nbsp;I thought that is just what you do. &amp;nbsp;We had him screaming it out for 3 months when he was 10 months old. &amp;nbsp;We tried staying in the room with him at night. &amp;nbsp;We've tried everything. &amp;nbsp;I can NOT get my child to go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;His naps are not nearly as bad as night time. &amp;nbsp;If we can finally get him to sleep, he will usually wake up once or twice a night screaming like we just saw'd off his leg. &amp;nbsp;It takes a good 30 minutes to get him to go back to sleep. &amp;nbsp;I finally took him to the doctor and he said it might be night terrors. &amp;nbsp;Well then he realized he had an ear infection so he thought it was that. &amp;nbsp;Well, the good news is his ear infection is gone. &amp;nbsp;Bad news is he still is waking up and will NOT got to sleep. &amp;nbsp;We figured since he wont go to sleep anyway to transition into a toddler bed. &amp;nbsp;The first 3 nights were really good. &amp;nbsp;Last night was the worst. &amp;nbsp;He woke up every hour crying. &amp;nbsp;Not because he fell out of bed, but just because. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I thought I would also mention, Max does not have a "lovely" as they say it. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't take a binky, doesn't have a blankie, he doesn't have anything to comfort him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Right now I put him down for a nap and in no way does he want to sleep. &amp;nbsp;He should be so tired from last night's marathon. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I should put him back into his crib or if I should just continue to work at this. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how to get him to go to sleep on his own and stay asleep. &amp;nbsp;Everyone tells me to just let him cry it out. &amp;nbsp;Well, we do and he never goes to sleep. &amp;nbsp;He will poop his pants because he screams so hard so it turns into a 4 hour ordeal. &amp;nbsp;Eventually after hours of this we will just go get him and he will fall asleep on us. &amp;nbsp;I'm giving up because I don't know what else to do. &amp;nbsp;I don't have all night to listen to my child scream his head off. &amp;nbsp;I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning. &amp;nbsp;If it only took an hour then maybe, but my child is way too stubborn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Heavenly Father must have known that I would be going through this because he gave me Molly who sleeps like a champ. &amp;nbsp;She can put herself to sleep and she has slept all night since she was about 3 weeks old. &amp;nbsp;Still, Max is going to be 18 months on the 18th and he acts like a newborn sometimes. &amp;nbsp;I just wish there was someone else out there that has a kid like this. &amp;nbsp;Am I really the only one? &amp;nbsp;Any help or suggestions would be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just went in to check on Max and he was sound asleep on his bed.....and it only took him an hour and a half....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TUiDjOSRkDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/M7M8OBv-9oc/s1600/DSC06348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TUiDjOSRkDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/M7M8OBv-9oc/s400/DSC06348.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-6891534642800144109?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/6891534642800144109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=6891534642800144109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6891534642800144109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6891534642800144109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/02/failure-as-mother.html' title='A failure as a Mother.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TUiDjOSRkDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/M7M8OBv-9oc/s72-c/DSC06348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-5089223142487955060</id><published>2011-01-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:29:09.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Molly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly is almost 5 months and she is getting more fun each day. &amp;nbsp;She has rolled over a few times but hasn't for a while now. &amp;nbsp;I tried giving her some rice cereal, but she isn't having it. &amp;nbsp;She doesn't understand the spoon concept and I don't think she likes the taste of it. &amp;nbsp;I mean would you? ha ha &amp;nbsp;As much as we love Max, here are a few pics of Molly. &amp;nbsp;Minus her spit up, she really is the perfect baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtVplhqEAI/AAAAAAAAA8s/rHckB6z6lZA/s1600/DSC06306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtVplhqEAI/AAAAAAAAA8s/rHckB6z6lZA/s400/DSC06306.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daddy and Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtV2AeVJrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/AD_I_pFqQEw/s1600/DSC06297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtV2AeVJrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/AD_I_pFqQEw/s320/DSC06297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max just relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWEZ58qBI/AAAAAAAAA80/luxO36dzGYg/s1600/DSC06211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWEZ58qBI/AAAAAAAAA80/luxO36dzGYg/s320/DSC06211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We gave a popsicle to Molly for the first time. &amp;nbsp;She didn't really like it that much. &amp;nbsp;After we threw the popsicle away, we realized it was the sour kind. &amp;nbsp;oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWQGBM48I/AAAAAAAAA84/C8b7BjlaIYY/s1600/DSC06253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWQGBM48I/AAAAAAAAA84/C8b7BjlaIYY/s320/DSC06253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She love the Johnny jump up. &amp;nbsp;She doesn't quite stand on your lap just yet, but she's getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWcSeeavI/AAAAAAAAA88/2QyOKDArcRE/s1600/DSC06216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWcSeeavI/AAAAAAAAA88/2QyOKDArcRE/s320/DSC06216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She loves her little lamb so much !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWpj1H3YI/AAAAAAAAA9A/wx33YF6LfQA/s1600/DSC06224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtWpj1H3YI/AAAAAAAAA9A/wx33YF6LfQA/s320/DSC06224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max just sending some emails. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtW2uNjztI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-O7I77gf9GQ/s1600/DSC06293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtW2uNjztI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-O7I77gf9GQ/s320/DSC06293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly wanting to trade in the bottle for the real good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXDV1n2yI/AAAAAAAAA9I/f9Ne9Ydje8o/s1600/DSC06267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXDV1n2yI/AAAAAAAAA9I/f9Ne9Ydje8o/s320/DSC06267.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tori, our newest Mia Maid (left). &amp;nbsp;We celebrated her bday with some YO dipity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXObGyeMI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Xbi5aKLCRYU/s1600/DSC06268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXObGyeMI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Xbi5aKLCRYU/s320/DSC06268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Almost there........oh the day they can hold their own bottle :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXaz5MgII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1DLH40u0wNQ/s1600/DSC06269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXaz5MgII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1DLH40u0wNQ/s320/DSC06269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stacey, me and Kisha took a girls night last weekend. &amp;nbsp;We ate and danced and had a good time. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and talked about kids and pooping the whole time. &amp;nbsp;It's funny how topics have changed from 10 years ago. These are my 2 greatest friends clear back from grade school and junior high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXlog05RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ks3a6hm2RWo/s1600/DSC06257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtXlog05RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ks3a6hm2RWo/s320/DSC06257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-5089223142487955060?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/5089223142487955060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=5089223142487955060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5089223142487955060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5089223142487955060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-molly.html' title='Miss Molly.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TTtVplhqEAI/AAAAAAAAA8s/rHckB6z6lZA/s72-c/DSC06306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2078813010717720614</id><published>2011-01-07T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:31:42.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it comes to an end......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;NEW YEARS EVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calli and I decided we wanted to get dressed up to go nowhere. &amp;nbsp;So I wont this fur coat in a Young Women's activity and have never worn it. &amp;nbsp;So I figured it was the perfect night for a fur coat. (and fishnet stockings) &amp;nbsp;We made our husbands dress up too. &amp;nbsp;Molly got to wear her tutu. &amp;nbsp;I really ended up just looking like an old drunk lady from the 80's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd6fbCS9TI/AAAAAAAAA6I/CwcxsDJSwVU/s1600/DSC06074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd6fbCS9TI/AAAAAAAAA6I/CwcxsDJSwVU/s320/DSC06074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd6x4IbziI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MBZpyOgDmkU/s1600/DSC06075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd6x4IbziI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MBZpyOgDmkU/s320/DSC06075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd7Uq7-upI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KOGJTefLq3M/s320/DSC06109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We wanted to go somewhere fancy, so we ended up at Chili's. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd7iKGXPEI/AAAAAAAAA6c/S2G5uaosCY4/s1600/DSC06077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd7iKGXPEI/AAAAAAAAA6c/S2G5uaosCY4/s320/DSC06077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd7sHh3IeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/d6C9zd2c8KI/s1600/DSC06078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd7sHh3IeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/d6C9zd2c8KI/s320/DSC06078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd74AMFBeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/CRw7LIN63nE/s1600/DSC06081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd74AMFBeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/CRw7LIN63nE/s320/DSC06081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beware of the scandalous picture below. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe they would do something like that. &amp;nbsp;So now it's on my blog. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8FmOvYAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/U9QgAH4D4TM/s1600/DSC06118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8FmOvYAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/U9QgAH4D4TM/s320/DSC06118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly..........drooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8Qphd0bI/AAAAAAAAA6s/7wRQTb7EIwc/s1600/DSC06084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8Qphd0bI/AAAAAAAAA6s/7wRQTb7EIwc/s320/DSC06084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We stopped by my brother Eric's house afterward since we didn't feel like driving all over the place. &amp;nbsp;We felt bad because they just put their kids to bed and they were getting ready to watch a movie with just the two of them. &amp;nbsp;So we busted in on their party......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael and Calli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8fAHJyKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/dkKAmg4Bjvk/s1600/DSC06133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8fAHJyKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/dkKAmg4Bjvk/s320/DSC06133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kim and Eric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8tVEbGXI/AAAAAAAAA60/KefUnG1BXZs/s1600/DSC06134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd8tVEbGXI/AAAAAAAAA60/KefUnG1BXZs/s320/DSC06134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Jim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd88p267TI/AAAAAAAAA64/nP9Ne2GN4RM/s1600/DSC06135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd88p267TI/AAAAAAAAA64/nP9Ne2GN4RM/s320/DSC06135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max trying to figure out why there is nothing in the glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd9JlEjFUI/AAAAAAAAA68/z-QIfzMQ3Uw/s1600/DSC06102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd9JlEjFUI/AAAAAAAAA68/z-QIfzMQ3Uw/s320/DSC06102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All of us toasting at midnight while watching the ball drop. &amp;nbsp;Nothing like good ol' Martinelli's. &amp;nbsp;Well there is much better stuff but for us mormon's I guess it works :( haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd9drXcgbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/EabokXdvByo/s1600/DSC06139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd9drXcgbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/EabokXdvByo/s320/DSC06139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly wearing ear muffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd9rQa2_aI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hbozfjkgCIk/s1600/DSC06129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd9rQa2_aI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hbozfjkgCIk/s320/DSC06129.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We ended up getting the kids out of bed and lighting off firecrackers. &amp;nbsp;This is Nash holding his ears. &amp;nbsp;Max hated the firecrackers, they were too loud for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd93EEpzAI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1rwHjcmYgL0/s1600/DSC06132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSd93EEpzAI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1rwHjcmYgL0/s320/DSC06132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeNtGWqW-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/lp7SVcBpgdI/s1600/colorado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeNtGWqW-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/lp7SVcBpgdI/s320/colorado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We left on New Years day to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Craig, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to visit Jim's family. &amp;nbsp;We drove for 14 hours each way. &amp;nbsp;Surprising, our kids did awesome. &amp;nbsp;We threw a DVD in and they were good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Max trying to shovel the drive way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeHkMhuT0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/nRoXSksktsA/s1600/DSC06154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeHkMhuT0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/nRoXSksktsA/s320/DSC06154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeHvtw5YdI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/UOmY4hhwYbk/s1600/DSC06166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeHvtw5YdI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/UOmY4hhwYbk/s320/DSC06166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Max hated the snow at first. &amp;nbsp;Then we just realized that he hated the boots and gloves. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeH6X_uHzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6Vh_esvU0kE/s1600/DSC06165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeH6X_uHzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6Vh_esvU0kE/s320/DSC06165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We all went shooting. &amp;nbsp;I shot Jim's Glock for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeIFmTq2YI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9mWnOnfzk1M/s1600/DSC06172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeIFmTq2YI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9mWnOnfzk1M/s320/DSC06172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He thinks he is so cool.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeITZqMfJI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ouk8v6LwGR0/s1600/DSC06173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeITZqMfJI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ouk8v6LwGR0/s320/DSC06173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We came home to our sleepy bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeIgzhTKLI/AAAAAAAAA7g/xHLiUGDjXmA/s1600/DSC06174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeIgzhTKLI/AAAAAAAAA7g/xHLiUGDjXmA/s320/DSC06174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both the red baron's on Grandma B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeRiB1raKI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GjOAtbbpnoo/s1600/DSC06157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeRiB1raKI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GjOAtbbpnoo/s320/DSC06157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rochelle (Jim's sister) and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeRwgjlEvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/X0qZ-XTIloo/s1600/DSC06181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeRwgjlEvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/X0qZ-XTIloo/s320/DSC06181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma B and Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeR-zu3XmI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Cc8K8pGmBCA/s1600/DSC06176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeR-zu3XmI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Cc8K8pGmBCA/s320/DSC06176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeI5xy1M2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/VlJGGMKaiCw/s1600/DSC06185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeI5xy1M2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/VlJGGMKaiCw/s320/DSC06185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our pitiful snowman. &amp;nbsp;The snow wasn't good so Jim could only make a tiny one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeUOnZuq0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WRGJ0_JwWXo/s1600/DSC06187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeUOnZuq0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WRGJ0_JwWXo/s320/DSC06187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJTiExncI/AAAAAAAAA7w/xdBFqc1X9GI/s1600/DSC06188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJTiExncI/AAAAAAAAA7w/xdBFqc1X9GI/s320/DSC06188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly giving the snowman huggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJe18QklI/AAAAAAAAA70/2OpyPs1m4fg/s1600/DSC06191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJe18QklI/AAAAAAAAA70/2OpyPs1m4fg/s320/DSC06191.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJtLmzcZI/AAAAAAAAA74/B3kKr-1ETI4/s1600/DSC06195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJtLmzcZI/AAAAAAAAA74/B3kKr-1ETI4/s320/DSC06195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max looking at the snowman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJ54wlfvI/AAAAAAAAA78/unEqpbgkJHY/s1600/DSC06198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeJ54wlfvI/AAAAAAAAA78/unEqpbgkJHY/s320/DSC06198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max giving the snowman "wackies"....his head fell off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeKGuA8z9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/Q3joBzbMqPc/s1600/DSC06199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TSeKGuA8z9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/Q3joBzbMqPc/s320/DSC06199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, we had a good holiday. &amp;nbsp;Since Kirk and his family were in town, we had our family pics done. &amp;nbsp;The camera battery was dying so we only had 2 takes. &amp;nbsp;Not so bad considering there is 14 grandkids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;We went paintballing on Christmas Eve. &amp;nbsp;It was super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR4FDZp-yvI/AAAAAAAAA58/MwwLarng6ds/s1600/DSCF3257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR4FDZp-yvI/AAAAAAAAA58/MwwLarng6ds/s320/DSCF3257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we had matching outfits to wear the Sunday before Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Whatever...hahaha..I know I'm a nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35CHN-FvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/okF_LcTxhqg/s1600/DSC05946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35CHN-FvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/okF_LcTxhqg/s320/DSC05946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35OpEJB3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/w-9D6AggvA8/s1600/DSC05959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35OpEJB3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/w-9D6AggvA8/s320/DSC05959.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35gKuPwKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GMdNEdgB46M/s1600/DSC05960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35gKuPwKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GMdNEdgB46M/s320/DSC05960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas Jammies. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35us7jCzI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oOdpKgBJGWA/s1600/DSC06041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR35us7jCzI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oOdpKgBJGWA/s320/DSC06041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few of Max's toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR3597nmbmI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oJvaqTwcalk/s1600/DSC06044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR3597nmbmI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oJvaqTwcalk/s320/DSC06044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR36NLEXOEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YaO-6E0kf5I/s1600/DSC06045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR36NLEXOEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YaO-6E0kf5I/s320/DSC06045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR36Zezi1GI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dLMc-U1lVsE/s1600/DSC06046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR36Zezi1GI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dLMc-U1lVsE/s320/DSC06046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max loves doggies. &amp;nbsp;Harley and Duke were tied up at Uncle Brock's house and Max decided to sit with them to keep them company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR36n6VYlaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/PtgEBTcFcJM/s1600/DSC06047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR36n6VYlaI/AAAAAAAAA5o/PtgEBTcFcJM/s320/DSC06047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fox and Max. (cousins) &amp;nbsp;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa gave them matching shirts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR362O2FhvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vyuzT9Blbfs/s1600/DSC06066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR362O2FhvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vyuzT9Blbfs/s320/DSC06066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our theme this year for our gift exchange was shirts with either crazy sayings or crazy anything. &amp;nbsp;Everybody got a shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR37C9O4RII/AAAAAAAAA5w/5d07AvgkJIs/s1600/DSC06062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR37C9O4RII/AAAAAAAAA5w/5d07AvgkJIs/s320/DSC06062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kindel, Molly and Jim just hanging out in the grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR37QKTb1fI/AAAAAAAAA50/fT1Q07bkbv4/s1600/DSC06050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR37QKTb1fI/AAAAAAAAA50/fT1Q07bkbv4/s320/DSC06050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly attempting to figure out what opening a present is. &amp;nbsp;Didn't quite figure it out. &amp;nbsp;But then again either did Max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR37f45g5bI/AAAAAAAAA54/J8MkTG_iUew/s1600/DSC06038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR37f45g5bI/AAAAAAAAA54/J8MkTG_iUew/s320/DSC06038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a good Christmas. &amp;nbsp;We all made music video's this year, even my Mom and Dad. &amp;nbsp;It was stressful to get it done before Saturday but in the end it was totally worth it. &amp;nbsp;Everbody's was so funny. &amp;nbsp;We spent Christmas at Brock and Jesica's this year. &amp;nbsp;It turned out really good. &amp;nbsp;Kirk and his family were in town for a week and I'm pretty sure we spent every day at my Mom and Dads house hanging out. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to hang out with the entire family more than just every 2 months or so. &amp;nbsp;Here is our video. YOU WILL HAVE TO PAUSE THE MUSIC ON MY BLOG TO LISTEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/pYSIQ5FSHbA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYSIQ5FSHbA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYSIQ5FSHbA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-5814063262440734425?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/5814063262440734425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=5814063262440734425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5814063262440734425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5814063262440734425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TR4FDZp-yvI/AAAAAAAAA58/MwwLarng6ds/s72-c/DSCF3257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-5400085468599474222</id><published>2010-12-23T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:37:43.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TRPrPqa6mRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HQmoojOJZAM/s1600/Dec+22%252C+2010_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TRPrPqa6mRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HQmoojOJZAM/s400/Dec+22%252C+2010_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-5400085468599474222?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/5400085468599474222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=5400085468599474222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5400085468599474222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/5400085468599474222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TRPrPqa6mRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HQmoojOJZAM/s72-c/Dec+22%252C+2010_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-7926845615048685028</id><published>2010-12-19T16:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:01:47.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had the opportunity to teach the Christmas lesson in Young Women's today. &amp;nbsp;It gave me the opportunity to reflect on Christmas and Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;There are those few times that I do every year during Christmas, which is sad, but I have felt the spirit of Christ much more already this year. &amp;nbsp;I think now that I have kids it touches me a ton more to watch and read of the Nativity scene. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could be there to witness the spirit there in the manger. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could hold Mary's hand and watch Baby Jesus be born. &amp;nbsp;I look at my little baby girl and can't even imagine how much love Mary had for this baby. &amp;nbsp;It truly touches me so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to the Christian Dance Company's production at Mesa high last night. &amp;nbsp;It goes to show you that through dancing and music you can touch someone. &amp;nbsp;The spirit was felt so strong last night. &amp;nbsp;They danced from the birth to the death of Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;I was crying, my Dad who was sitting next to me was crying. &amp;nbsp;My Mom and sister were both dancing in the show as a Grandmother and a Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I get caught up in the world at Christmas and a part of me wants to take everything back. &amp;nbsp;The presents, the treats, the parties, the ornaments, the gift wrap and all the Christmas carols. &amp;nbsp;I want my kids to know how special of a season this is. &amp;nbsp;To know the greatest gift we have ever been given. &amp;nbsp;To celebrate the birth of our &amp;nbsp;Savior. &amp;nbsp;He was born, lived and died for every single one of us. &amp;nbsp;Christmas is for Baby Jesus and I hope that I can always remember that and that only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQ6b-CQKI-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/i8i6qxDr9_s/s1600/infant-jesus-born-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQ6b-CQKI-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/i8i6qxDr9_s/s400/infant-jesus-born-05.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-7926845615048685028?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/7926845615048685028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=7926845615048685028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7926845615048685028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7926845615048685028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-jesus.html' title='Baby Jesus'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQ6b-CQKI-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/i8i6qxDr9_s/s72-c/infant-jesus-born-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1954694941659930807</id><published>2010-12-16T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:23:20.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My top 10...or 11 things at Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;11. LIGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love sparkly things anyway, but Christmas lights and Christmas time is the best.&amp;nbsp; We dont' have a ton on our house but we have them.&amp;nbsp; And I make sure they are inside the house too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUEU_xq1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/UToe7X_cygY/s1600/ledxmaslights2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUEU_xq1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/UToe7X_cygY/s200/ledxmaslights2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10. Christmas Pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have to open jammies on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; My mom ended the tradition.&amp;nbsp; I guess now that I'm 31 this is ok, but I'm still dissapointed I dont get any on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; It's ok, Jim and I are going to continue this with our kids.&amp;nbsp; This year they are going to get matching Xmas jammies...so cute!!&amp;nbsp; I won't be making them, I will be BUYING them. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUF2HyLjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1E3lUKg7LmI/s1600/Christmas-Pajamas-Flannel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUF2HyLjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1E3lUKg7LmI/s200/Christmas-Pajamas-Flannel.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; PRESENTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't love presents?&amp;nbsp; I do!&amp;nbsp; I love getting them and giving too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUHsJldDI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QU8ytRqDSFI/s1600/christmas-presents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="107" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUHsJldDI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QU8ytRqDSFI/s200/christmas-presents.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; CHRISTMAS MUSIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially, Bing Crosby.&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankful for him and the fantastic music he has brought us at Christmas time.&amp;nbsp; I start the day after Thanksgiving and end on Christmas night.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; It's on in the car, at work and at home.&amp;nbsp; I even got Jim to somewhat like it this year. (he admitted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUIUaFh6I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Gah-UcSI8NE/s1600/Bing_Crosby_Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUIUaFh6I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Gah-UcSI8NE/s200/Bing_Crosby_Christmas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; EGGNOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim thinks this is the nastiest drink ever invented.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp; I love when I start to see it in the stores.&amp;nbsp; I can drink the whole bottle myself.&amp;nbsp; I have to get the reduced fat bottle cause let's be honest...it has way too many calories.&amp;nbsp; To add, anything eggnog is fantastic.&amp;nbsp; Eggnog frozen yogurt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUJCC3kAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/430as8cVjeI/s1600/eggnog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUJCC3kAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/430as8cVjeI/s200/eggnog.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; GOODIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love baking at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I usually make goodies for my friends and neighbors, but even more I like to receive goodies at my house.&amp;nbsp; If you don't gain 10lbs at Christmas, you have issues....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUJ6XuboI/AAAAAAAAA4o/BlizEFBZlBk/s1600/christmas-sugar-cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUJ6XuboI/AAAAAAAAA4o/BlizEFBZlBk/s200/christmas-sugar-cookies.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; KARAOKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We haven't followed through with this tradition for the past 2 years, but it's coming back.&amp;nbsp; I can feel it.&amp;nbsp; We used to stay up tiil 3 in the morning singing.&amp;nbsp; Kirk usually carried this tradition, so hopefully we can bring it back this year.&amp;nbsp; Plus, Jim hasn't really been initiated yet....you have to sing a song by yourself in the Huffaker family.&amp;nbsp; If you don't.....well......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUKyRXHMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JgbJg9kTG8Q/s1600/Karaoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUKyRXHMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JgbJg9kTG8Q/s200/Karaoke.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; PUMPKIN PIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once Halloween is here, Pumpkin pie is here and doesn't end until Christmas is over.&amp;nbsp; You need one at Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas and a few times in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUNsccBJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/YlolaQktLDg/s1600/Pumpkin_Pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUNsccBJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/YlolaQktLDg/s200/Pumpkin_Pie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; CHRISTMAS TREE SMELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you that have a fake tree in your home, this is the most fantastic smell to buy.&amp;nbsp; You walk in your house and you think you have a real tree.&amp;nbsp; It's the best, I promise you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUOjL9e_I/AAAAAAAAA40/rLUU__onXPY/s1600/PIne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUOjL9e_I/AAAAAAAAA40/rLUU__onXPY/s200/PIne.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite thing is the decorate the tree.&amp;nbsp; I usually have a different theme ever year.&amp;nbsp; This year is all GOLD.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I'm going to do when my kids start bringing me home homeade ornaments...what am I going to do with them?&amp;nbsp; They can't go on MY tree?&amp;nbsp; hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUVhJkdlI/AAAAAAAAA44/Xt_-KfOceqs/s1600/agreenerchristmastree.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUVhJkdlI/AAAAAAAAA44/Xt_-KfOceqs/s200/agreenerchristmastree.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; CHRIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the birth of our Savior and being able to celebrate it makes Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I do get caught up in the worldly side of Christmas, but I always remember to take a step back.&amp;nbsp; This picture was in the Ensign this month and it made me gasp.&amp;nbsp; Not actually break down in tears, but close.&amp;nbsp; I think that being a Mom has made me more emotional when it comes to babies and life.&amp;nbsp; The birth of our Savior must have been amazing.&amp;nbsp; Imagine being there to witness it.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQogz5buh2I/AAAAAAAAA48/hkgwupchjsw/s1600/mary_baby_jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQogz5buh2I/AAAAAAAAA48/hkgwupchjsw/s320/mary_baby_jesus.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1954694941659930807?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1954694941659930807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1954694941659930807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1954694941659930807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1954694941659930807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-top-10or-11-things-at-christmas.html' title='My top 10...or 11 things at Christmas'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQoUEU_xq1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/UToe7X_cygY/s72-c/ledxmaslights2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-8179769144028340104</id><published>2010-12-15T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:39:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work....and CHRISTMAS TIME!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am back to work and it's ok. &amp;nbsp;I think the time away from my kids is good for me. &amp;nbsp;It gives me a few hours to have adult conversation and to do something other than take care of kids. &amp;nbsp;It's not so much fun waking up at 4:30am, but getting off at noon makes it ok, I guess. &amp;nbsp;My kids are behaving themselves for Kami (my babysitter). &amp;nbsp;Which makes me so happy cause I was so worried Molly was going to be a nightmare. &amp;nbsp;She has been really happy lately so I"m hoping it's just because she's getting older. &amp;nbsp;She is on reflux medicine so maybe that is making a difference too. &amp;nbsp;She still spits up a lot, but it's much better than it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in a week and a half and I feel like I still have so much left to do. &amp;nbsp;How is this possible when I only have 2 babies? &amp;nbsp;I think I am just used to not having ANYTHING to do, so once I have things that need to be done, I'm not used to it. &amp;nbsp;We got our Christmas pictures done. &amp;nbsp;Calli took them and they turned out pretty good. &amp;nbsp;Calli had good skills, it's just hard with 2 babies trying to get both of them to look at the camera. &amp;nbsp;And if both of them were looking, me and Jim looked weird. &amp;nbsp;Maybe just because our outfits were so dang cute they looked really good. &amp;nbsp;I found Max and Molly's at Sears. &amp;nbsp;I got both for $35.00. &amp;nbsp;I thought they were so cute. &amp;nbsp;I made Jim a matching bow tie. &amp;nbsp;I have a dress that still needs to be sewn that matches Molly's but I haven't gotten around to it. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to get it done before Sunday. &amp;nbsp;I mean it's the Sunday before Christmas, you have to matching outfits right? &amp;nbsp;haha..I know I'm a total nerd, but I'm ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtB0M03CI/AAAAAAAAA34/Qa66jmHpnPw/s1600/DSCF3101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtB0M03CI/AAAAAAAAA34/Qa66jmHpnPw/s400/DSCF3101.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOUCHDOWN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtLiFgBMI/AAAAAAAAA38/6jkihXmOPf8/s1600/DSCF3108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtLiFgBMI/AAAAAAAAA38/6jkihXmOPf8/s400/DSCF3108.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly loves her Daddy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtad4FpHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ayHdpTonsb0/s1600/DSCF3097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtad4FpHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ayHdpTonsb0/s400/DSCF3097.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like I'm going to eat the camera...or Max....Max looks scared too!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtlVWZRnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/5m1eaaOXm9g/s1600/DSCF3091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjtlVWZRnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/5m1eaaOXm9g/s400/DSCF3091.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TQjttpXvPQI/AAAAAAAAA4I/xnadAg8YRr8/s1600/DSCF3062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Our Thanksgiving started out with the Turkey Trot. &amp;nbsp;I was super mad that I forgot to take a picture of all of us that ran. &amp;nbsp;Kyle, Kim, Fox, Mom and our family all got our numbers and took on the 5K. &amp;nbsp;Kyle and Kim pushed Fox and Max in their double jogger. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe how fast they were with that extra 50lbs slowing them down. &amp;nbsp;They still managed to beat me by 3 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I was having trouble with my asthma so I had to walk at certain times. &amp;nbsp;It was really fun! &amp;nbsp;Oh and Mom pushed Molly in the stroller the whole way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a small gathering this year, but still so much fun. &amp;nbsp;Just us and my Dad's brother's family. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for them because they fit in with our weird family. &amp;nbsp;We have a lot of fun on the rare times we get to hang out. &amp;nbsp;We were just missing Calli and Michael and Noah this year. Oh and of course Kirk &amp;amp; Bonnie and family. &amp;nbsp;They'll be here for Christmas so it should be a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPApr2VqTLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MvZhvyHx_EU/s1600/DSC05839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPApr2VqTLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MvZhvyHx_EU/s400/DSC05839.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(From left to right) Kyle, Kim, Fox, Brock, Jesica, Fenix, Dad, Nash, Mom, Josie, Alven, Eric, Kim, Nixon, Jim, Max, ME, Darin, Lori, Molly and Jaxson. &amp;nbsp;All are Huffaker's but us of course. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAp8SayiXI/AAAAAAAAA20/fQ4dWpDkEZ4/s1600/DSC05852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAp8SayiXI/AAAAAAAAA20/fQ4dWpDkEZ4/s400/DSC05852.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our quick snapshot of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAqfDYy4XI/AAAAAAAAA24/cKH2OKzTtOg/s1600/DSC05846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAqfDYy4XI/AAAAAAAAA24/cKH2OKzTtOg/s400/DSC05846.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max playing in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAq69U0-zI/AAAAAAAAA28/Vf9WlMyQheI/s1600/DSC05836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAq69U0-zI/AAAAAAAAA28/Vf9WlMyQheI/s400/DSC05836.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max was trying to put on Jim's boots. &amp;nbsp;Jim helped him a little bit and &amp;nbsp;I think the fit !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPBF1ERzi-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/YPml2LnLVdU/s1600/DSC05816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPBF1ERzi-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/YPml2LnLVdU/s400/DSC05816.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My cute little Molly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAq9k9B1UI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FoHNkLXF7To/s1600/Recently+Updated1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPAq9k9B1UI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FoHNkLXF7To/s400/Recently+Updated1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The collage tells a story. &amp;nbsp;Start with the top move down to the right then move left. &amp;nbsp;Sort of funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1891359104012915155?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1891359104012915155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1891359104012915155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1891359104012915155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1891359104012915155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-yumminess.html' title='Thanksgiving Yumminess'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TPApr2VqTLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MvZhvyHx_EU/s72-c/DSC05839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-755052362619203226</id><published>2010-11-22T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:26:31.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Molly is now cooing and smiling like crazy. &amp;nbsp;We are trying to get her to laugh, but no dice. &amp;nbsp;She weighed 14 lbs 14 oz at her 2 months appointment. &amp;nbsp;She is in the 100% raking in weight and 97% for height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max says few words but says alot that we don't understand. &amp;nbsp;He tries to sing along to deck the halls. &amp;nbsp;He can say Dada and cracker. &amp;nbsp;He can fold his arms and name au few body parts. &amp;nbsp;When someone yells "touchdown" he can motion it with his arms. &amp;nbsp;He can bring me a few things if he knows what they are. &amp;nbsp;He can also say "side" for outside. &amp;nbsp;Max weighed 26 lbs and is in the 90% in weight and 97% in height. &amp;nbsp;Apparently I have some pretty big kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TOLbVwLqGrI/AAAAAAAAA1w/UrCjbDZPWZo/s1600/DSC05798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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She looked so pretty!  Grandma and Grandpa Barainca came into town and so did Uncle Kirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsXLTxiM9I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/A0dHxDQtLGs/s1600/DSC05729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsXLTxiM9I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/A0dHxDQtLGs/s400/DSC05729.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsYW3WmroI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Kmh82FVbyuk/s1600/DSC05727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsYW3WmroI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Kmh82FVbyuk/s320/DSC05727.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsYlNfxllI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Zwp2LFUwQgE/s1600/DSC05722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsYlNfxllI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Zwp2LFUwQgE/s320/DSC05722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had our YW retreat in Heber, AZ this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;We stayed at Bishop's cabin and then went to Snowflake to do baptism's for the dead. &amp;nbsp;The YW had a blast and so did I. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsZNaQm6FI/AAAAAAAAA1s/YiSp1mnhT1k/s1600/DSC05719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsZNaQm6FI/AAAAAAAAA1s/YiSp1mnhT1k/s320/DSC05719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was in the kitchen cleaning up and came into the family room and this is what I found. &amp;nbsp;My sister says that he is learning from our bad habits. &amp;nbsp;I say "what bad habit"? &amp;nbsp;This is a habit, but definitely not bad. &amp;nbsp;For Max, I don't like giving him caffeine, but this once wont kill him. &amp;nbsp;He's a silly bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsZAClhmvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/xQkvARzYS74/s1600/DSC05732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsZAClhmvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/xQkvARzYS74/s320/DSC05732.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2510402196763370792?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2510402196763370792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2510402196763370792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2510402196763370792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2510402196763370792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/11/mollys-blessing-day-1172010.html' title='Molly&apos;s blessing day 11/7/2010'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNsXLTxiM9I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/A0dHxDQtLGs/s72-c/DSC05729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-6499127837134054606</id><published>2010-11-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:42:23.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving School</title><content type='html'>Yes, I received a photo radar ticket in the mail for running a red light. &amp;nbsp;I knew I got flashed, but I was so mad about it. &amp;nbsp;I was following another car and I looked down at Max for one second and realized the light was yellow. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know how long the light was yellow for, but as soon as that flash hit me, I knew I was screwed. &amp;nbsp;I am still mad about it. &amp;nbsp;I was excited when I found out that you can take traffic school online. &amp;nbsp;I was excited. &amp;nbsp;That was until I was actually in the middle of the 4 hour course that you had to actually pay attention to. &amp;nbsp;Objects will pop up randomly on your computer screen and you have to write them down. &amp;nbsp;They test you on the objects. &amp;nbsp;So you HAVE to pay attention. &amp;nbsp;I can't decide which is worse, actually going to Driving school or being stuck at your computer for 4 hours. &amp;nbsp;Let's just say it was a very long night. &amp;nbsp;I had to capture the moment.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNGQE86ngTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/k1BzFbWj3Ew/s1600/Photo+47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNGQE86ngTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/k1BzFbWj3Ew/s400/Photo+47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-6499127837134054606?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/6499127837134054606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=6499127837134054606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6499127837134054606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/6499127837134054606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/11/driving-school.html' title='Driving School'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TNGQE86ngTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/k1BzFbWj3Ew/s72-c/Photo+47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-4531820423520028212</id><published>2010-10-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:59:39.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2010</title><content type='html'>Halloween started this year with a party on Friday night at my folks house. &amp;nbsp;The whole family came over all dressed up. &amp;nbsp;We each were given an assignment with something to bring. &amp;nbsp;It was all "scary" food. &amp;nbsp;I had SLIMEY WORMS and candy corn cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;This was basically cut up boiled hot dogs mixed with bbq sauce on a bun. &amp;nbsp;When you boiled the sliced hot dogs it made them curl a bit and look like worms. &amp;nbsp;So everyone had something that looked scary &amp;nbsp;So even though the food looked &amp;nbsp;cool, it was all just nasty. &amp;nbsp;Except for the mummy's. &amp;nbsp;Which were pigs in a blankets with eyes. &amp;nbsp;Those were good. &amp;nbsp;We ended up ordering a couple of pizza's from Hungry Howies ! Don't tell my mom cause it will hurt her feelings. &amp;nbsp;But it was fun to make the food!! &amp;nbsp;Jim and I were Zombies, Max was a spider and Molly was a bee. &amp;nbsp;I was so impressed that my Mom and Dad actually dressed up this year. &amp;nbsp;They looked awesome. &amp;nbsp;Minus my Dad's chest hair. &amp;nbsp;Here are the pumpkins we carved. &amp;nbsp;I carved a cat and Jim carved "R.I.P."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3l7EqPjiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Fngr3JhCM-w/s1600/DSC05641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3l7EqPjiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Fngr3JhCM-w/s320/DSC05641.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3mC8NXbSI/AAAAAAAAA00/kbVCi0VKZuo/s1600/DSC05645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3lxvBg8DI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bEk_qEXmj5w/s400/DSC05675.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3uxTfc8RI/AAAAAAAAA1A/hOYNaBMkWYo/s1600/Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3uxTfc8RI/AAAAAAAAA1A/hOYNaBMkWYo/s400/Collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday morning we did the walk for Juvenile Diabetes. &amp;nbsp;We walked it with our friend Stacey and her son Ethan. &amp;nbsp;It was a hot day and we all got sunburned. &amp;nbsp;It was a good time and it was for a good cause. &amp;nbsp;We were part of the "E" team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3lUsXIYII/AAAAAAAAA0k/k_Fi8fpoaX0/s1600/DSC05693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3lUsXIYII/AAAAAAAAA0k/k_Fi8fpoaX0/s320/DSC05693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3ljfuPI6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/mvw-BxNWTuI/s1600/DSC05691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3ljfuPI6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/mvw-BxNWTuI/s320/DSC05691.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday we went to our ward party. &amp;nbsp;Ate some pie and left. Max had fun running around the gym and seeing all the other kids dressed up. &amp;nbsp;We decided to go with a family theme. &amp;nbsp;Jim was a referre, Max and I were football players and Molly was the cheerleader. &amp;nbsp;Of course it was for the Bronco's team. (cause they are so good ) yeah right!..haha &amp;nbsp;Jim will get mad at me once he reads this. &amp;nbsp;Our night ended up at my folks house again and taking Max trick-or-treating a bit and seeing his cousins once again. &amp;nbsp;My dad got pneumonia that day but he still managed to ride his Harley down the street with Pete on the back. &amp;nbsp;Pete is a life size skeleton that he fastens to his motorcycle during the Halloween season. &amp;nbsp;It's really funny. &amp;nbsp;The kids fell asleep on the way home and went right to bed. &amp;nbsp;It was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly's outfit was a bit small. &amp;nbsp;I made it too small and didn't want to make a new one so I made it fit her. She hated it all night. &amp;nbsp;I had an orange netted skirt to go under the blue one, but it kept itching her and she was crying so I had to take it off. &amp;nbsp;It made me so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3kS60pH5I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yTTc5G7sDPA/s1600/DSC05703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3kS60pH5I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yTTc5G7sDPA/s400/DSC05703.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course Max didn't wear the helmet. &amp;nbsp;I made him wear it for most of the pictures. &amp;nbsp;He hated it and ended up smearing his black paint under his eyes in all directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3krZRabpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/JT_gWtpd4Dc/s1600/DSC05694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3krZRabpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/JT_gWtpd4Dc/s400/DSC05694.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3k6hIynuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/YYWGpmMzYXI/s1600/DSC05713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3k6hIynuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/YYWGpmMzYXI/s400/DSC05713.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the picture peeker in the back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3lIvWbhCI/AAAAAAAAA0g/sDAjaaZHFZo/s1600/DSC05712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3lIvWbhCI/AAAAAAAAA0g/sDAjaaZHFZo/s400/DSC05712.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-4531820423520028212?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/4531820423520028212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=4531820423520028212&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/4531820423520028212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/4531820423520028212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2010'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TM3l7EqPjiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Fngr3JhCM-w/s72-c/DSC05641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2101108570170379774</id><published>2010-10-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:50:16.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 week mark.  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I had my dr's appointment today since it has been 6 weeks since Molly was born. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He gave me the OK to resume marital activities. &amp;nbsp;(which makes Jim really happy). &amp;nbsp;I had to decide on the spot what kind of birth control I wanted. &amp;nbsp;I had no idea what I wanted since obviously we didn't use any last time. (hello Molly!) So many decisions. &amp;nbsp;I just told the doctor to put me on whatever was 150% effective.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like the 6 week mark. &amp;nbsp;Both Max and Molly were more mature. &amp;nbsp;They eat and sleep better and cry a little less. &amp;nbsp;They start to hold their head up all the time and they can smile. &amp;nbsp;Not only are they better, but I feel better. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I wanted a family picture of all 4 of us and this is what I got. &amp;nbsp;I think it's fantastic. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What you didn't see is Max pushing Molly's face away cause he was super annoyed. &amp;nbsp;Actually, more like shoving her face away from him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5uP5ChuPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/i4JcH_EPj4U/s1600/DSC05583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5uP5ChuPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/i4JcH_EPj4U/s320/DSC05583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our 2nd attempt at a picture. &amp;nbsp;Max was super mad that Molly had to sit in his lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5vWVoj0KI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TRfEBohn1as/s1600/DSC05577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5vWVoj0KI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TRfEBohn1as/s320/DSC05577.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Max likes to find Molly's hair bows and try to put it on her head. &amp;nbsp;It ends up usually right on top or in her lap. &amp;nbsp;It's cute that he tries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5uhHUFz7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/hOH09xlX0N0/s1600/DSC05573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5uhHUFz7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/hOH09xlX0N0/s320/DSC05573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Molly can SMILE!! &amp;nbsp;She has been smiling like crazy as of the past week. &amp;nbsp;She's been "cooing" and making noises other than screaming. &amp;nbsp;It's super cute. &amp;nbsp;Jim and I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5utHENrDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ufFka0_wgoc/s1600/DSC05565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5utHENrDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ufFka0_wgoc/s320/DSC05565.JPG" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In about a week or 2 she will finally be ready for the BUMBO. &amp;nbsp;We gave it shot but you can tell she gets tired of holding her head up and then she gives up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5u1ggBXgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3cf1frCSgmQ/s1600/DSC05568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5u1ggBXgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3cf1frCSgmQ/s320/DSC05568.JPG" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molly has hit the 6 week mark. &amp;nbsp;Things are getting better each day. &amp;nbsp;She is sleeping through the night which makes mommy super happy. &amp;nbsp;She weighs probably 12 lbs by now. &amp;nbsp;At her 4 week appt she weighed 11.6 lbs. &amp;nbsp;She's in the 97th percentile in height and weight. &amp;nbsp;Jim is super excited, but I'm more like, "aren't girls supposed to be petite"? ha ha...She will probably be a big girl like her Mom :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5u9cYVPUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rqGRJr1l9Kc/s1600/DSC05572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5u9cYVPUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rqGRJr1l9Kc/s320/DSC05572.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2101108570170379774?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2101108570170379774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2101108570170379774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2101108570170379774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2101108570170379774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-week-mark.html' title='6 week mark.  :)'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TL5uP5ChuPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/i4JcH_EPj4U/s72-c/DSC05583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-60873640946801602</id><published>2010-10-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:03:14.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimbo's Got Fears Too</title><content type='html'>Fear #1: FREEWAY MATTRESSES, a motorcyclist's worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear #2: Becoming the type of old person that I talk to every day. You know the type; they have nothing to do but worry. They become very worried when they don't understand something, and at the same time they &amp;nbsp;don't understand anything. So every waking moment they're in a constant state of worry. I've talked to people who couldn't sleep the night before because they got something completely innocuous in the mail that they didn't understand. Or the type that calls their paperboy at 6 in the morning if the newspaper hasn't been delivered yet because it throws them off of their daily routine. Or the type that take 12 different over-the counter medicines, mostly just to counter each other's side effects. I sometimes wonder if they know what they were trying to treat in the first place. What misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear #3: Max and Molly becoming teenagers. If I want to kick the crap out of myself as a 13 year old, how will I react to my kids? Seriously, I don't know how my parents didn't call Montel Williams to sign me up for one of his boot-camp shows. I definitely deserved it. I fear teenage karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear #4: Germs. I like to wash my hands. A lot. Shalene makes fun of me. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear #5: That all these pretentious "nutrition experts" are right when they say diet soda is bad for you. I still say they're full of crap. But I guess we'll know in a few years if I weigh 300 lbs and have 8 different forms of cancer. COKE ZERO, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-60873640946801602?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/60873640946801602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=60873640946801602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/60873640946801602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/60873640946801602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/10/jimbos-got-fears-too.html' title='Jimbo&apos;s Got Fears Too'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1314980271089637467</id><published>2010-10-13T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:18:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsayer diaries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Fear #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from mutual tonight not feeling well. &amp;nbsp;Not sure if I'm getting sick or if my kids are wearing me down. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't too happy today and had a bit of the bored blues. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I sat on the floor complaining to Jim that I need something. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure what that something is, but I need it. &amp;nbsp;I need a break, a new body, to go shopping, a vacation, a new hair do, something yummy, a divorce (so I would only have the kids 1/2 the time, not because I really want a divorce)....I don't know what I need but I know I need something. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure he was looking at me like I was a total nut job. &amp;nbsp;At this moment Molly started vomiting and choking. &amp;nbsp;I ran to pick her up and she was still vomiting and NOT breathing. &amp;nbsp;Jim grabbed her out of my hands and started patting her on the back. &amp;nbsp;Still NOT breathing. &amp;nbsp;Milk started shooting out of her nose and she was dry heaving. &amp;nbsp;She kept pulling her head back and she wouldn't breathe. &amp;nbsp;She finally started to breathe a little but kept arching her back and dry heaving. &amp;nbsp;As you can assume, Jim and I were freaking out. &amp;nbsp;She started to calm down after 2 minutes with small whimpers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newborn vomiting, choking and NOT breathing is very scary. &amp;nbsp;What would we have done if she didn't start breathing? &amp;nbsp;Do I really know CPR? &amp;nbsp;Would I be able to remember how to do it if the time came? &amp;nbsp;Would the paramedics come in time to save her? &amp;nbsp;What if they didn't? &amp;nbsp;What if we lost Molly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, these are the things I think about on a weekly basis. &amp;nbsp;Jim calls me "negative nancy". &amp;nbsp;I know that I am an extreme DOOMSAYER. &amp;nbsp;Being a parent is scary. &amp;nbsp;It is our responsibility to keep these children alive. &amp;nbsp;Am I really smart enough to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Fear #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Jim and I got a date night. &amp;nbsp;I really, really needed this. &amp;nbsp;Calli and Michael (my sister &amp;amp; hubby) watched Max and Molly for about 3 hours. &amp;nbsp;As we were getting into our car to leave the house, Michael was going to pick up a pizza around the corner. &amp;nbsp;I told him he should take Max, he would have fun. &amp;nbsp;So he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pull out the driveway, I began to think......What if he got in a car accident and Max was hit and died? &amp;nbsp;What would I do? &amp;nbsp;Putting his life in someone else's hands is scary. &amp;nbsp;If I was the one that got in the accident, I would be there with him. &amp;nbsp;It would be different. &amp;nbsp;So yes, the thought of Max in a car without me kind of scares me. &amp;nbsp;Only because I am a doomsayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Fear #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear of stories where the Mom or Dad leaves their child in the car for hours in 100 degree weather and the child dies. &amp;nbsp;I hear of children getting run over with a family members vehicle. &amp;nbsp;I hear of kids drowning in their back yard pool. &amp;nbsp;I hear of kids running into the street and getting hit by a car. &amp;nbsp;I hear of kids wandering away from home and go missing while the parents were napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all scenarios that can easily be avoided. &amp;nbsp;However, they are all scenarios that we are all capable of letting happen. &amp;nbsp;We say they wouldn't happen, but would they? &amp;nbsp;I am terrified that I will accidently run over someone, let alone Max. &amp;nbsp;I am terrified that I wont be paying attention for 2 minutes and Max will run into the street or fall into the pool. &amp;nbsp;As much as I think it wouldn't happen to me, I am guilty of letting 2 minutes pass and wondering, "where is Max"? &amp;nbsp;I think these kinds of things happen because they happen. &amp;nbsp;I'm scared to death that they will happen. &amp;nbsp;and to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHANGING THE SUBJECT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and I started running. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I can lose some of this fat on my body. &lt;br /&gt;15 lbs to go to get back to normal. &amp;nbsp;Then I need to shed another 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my scales shows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLaclY4YgKI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gDZsrte-BQc/s1600/Fat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLaclY4YgKI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gDZsrte-BQc/s320/Fat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's Kim (sis-in law) made this little skirt for Molly. &amp;nbsp;It finally fits her. &amp;nbsp;So cute. &amp;nbsp;Molly is now smiling. &amp;nbsp;Things are looking up for not only her, but me. &amp;nbsp;I think we are both getting happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLacfEHnqcI/AAAAAAAAAy0/lBQoTJavyDY/s1600/DSC05549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLacfEHnqcI/AAAAAAAAAy0/lBQoTJavyDY/s320/DSC05549.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Max apparently hates the motorcycle. &amp;nbsp;We didn't really care and made him sit there anyway. &amp;nbsp;I finally blew off the inch thick dust off my motorcycle and took it for a spin. &amp;nbsp;Good thing Jim took it out first because the front brake didn't work. &amp;nbsp;I could see that going really well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim became handy and fixed the brake. &amp;nbsp;It only took him 4 hours. &amp;nbsp;(I'm pretty sure it should have taken 20 minutes) &amp;nbsp;But he fixed it and that is all that matters.....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLab0aQmb2I/AAAAAAAAAys/3jHNoBWfsqg/s1600/DSC05534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLab0aQmb2I/AAAAAAAAAys/3jHNoBWfsqg/s320/DSC05534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sewed the little ruffles on the back of this onezy for a tu-tu effect. &amp;nbsp;( not worth the effort I put into it) And what better accessory to add other than the ol' legwarmers. &amp;nbsp;Cause you need warm legs in 98 degree weather right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLacCKBrl5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/nT5RCnWOJr0/s1600/DSC05536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TLacCKBrl5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/nT5RCnWOJr0/s320/DSC05536.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am now drinking a 6-pack of soda a day. &amp;nbsp;This might sound really gross to &amp;nbsp;most of you. &amp;nbsp;I don't care, it's life. &amp;nbsp;Since I am depriving myself of good food, I head straight for the can for comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I've been praying for patience lately. &amp;nbsp;When Max starts whining or crying I have these awful thoughts that run through my head. &amp;nbsp;I hope to never act upon them, but it comes real close sometimes. &amp;nbsp;So I pray for the patience not to be a super mean mommy. &amp;nbsp;Today as I was trying to get something accomplished, I took a step back and observed what was really going on. &amp;nbsp;I thought I would share what I observed. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d994d9db1ad733ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd994d9db1ad733ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923534%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B79FDF187F7F74A1B23881EC6316AAD030F4965.6E906CA987161E386B3712D1F0B5E806A51F2E88%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd994d9db1ad733ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcefmHJq0D93kJlThUuZlUPFvUAg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd994d9db1ad733ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923534%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B79FDF187F7F74A1B23881EC6316AAD030F4965.6E906CA987161E386B3712D1F0B5E806A51F2E88%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd994d9db1ad733ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcefmHJq0D93kJlThUuZlUPFvUAg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molly is getting chubby. &amp;nbsp;She still is super gassy and I wish that she could chill out just a little bit. &amp;nbsp;Max loves to do whatever Jim and I are doing. &amp;nbsp;So yes it's cute, but still very annoying. &amp;nbsp;When Molly cries, he runs to her and looks at her. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think he's saying, "Molly what is wrong with you"? &amp;nbsp;He even tried to put her binky in her mouth cause she was crying. &amp;nbsp;She isn't very good with binkies so she wasn't having it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TKVFefQ48HI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xXaIk4JV32g/s1600/DSC05438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TKVFefQ48HI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xXaIk4JV32g/s320/DSC05438.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So for anyone that actually reads my blog, I apologize. &amp;nbsp;I don't blog so everyone can have an update on my life. &amp;nbsp;I blog because at the end of the year, I print my blog into a book to keep as a "scrapbook" or "journal entry" for the year. &amp;nbsp;I make sure to blog on everything we do and somewhat of how I am feeling at that certain point. &amp;nbsp;So if I seem depressed or overly excited it's only because I write exactly how I feel so I can read about it later and years from now to remember. &amp;nbsp;So don't think I'm crazy for being so "open".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So for the last 2 and a half weeks I can honestly say I've been so bored. &amp;nbsp;Extremely busy changing diapers and feeding and trying to entertain Max, but bored out of my mind. &amp;nbsp;I want to go somewhere but the effort that it would take just leaves me at home all day. &amp;nbsp;I went to go pick up Max from my friend Kami's house on Tuesday with the intentions of going somewhere after. &amp;nbsp;I ended up in my driveway with the car still on just sitting there. &amp;nbsp;I texted Jim "where should I go"?. &amp;nbsp;He text back "I'm of no help". &amp;nbsp;So I sat in my car for another 5 minutes and ended up going inside for the rest of the day. &amp;nbsp;It's tough taking care of 2 babies and I can't imagine doing this again when Molly is a year. &amp;nbsp;Well, I WONT be doing it again. &amp;nbsp;It's been kind of a nightmare. &amp;nbsp;Everyone says it will be nice when they are older. &amp;nbsp;We shall see.....haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway, today I was trying to think about all the things that make me smile. &amp;nbsp;Because I haven't been doing much of that lately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Molly sleeping. &amp;nbsp;As much as I like to see her cute face, I love when she's asleep. &amp;nbsp;I can re-gain some sanity I still have left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpetlLLK9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/YoRTh1AksuM/s1600/DSC05391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpetlLLK9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/YoRTh1AksuM/s320/DSC05391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My cutest little guy ever. &amp;nbsp;This was taken before I sent him off to church with Jim. &amp;nbsp;So handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpcZCLY4rI/AAAAAAAAAwM/b7DmyrwhKRs/s1600/DSC05377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpcZCLY4rI/AAAAAAAAAwM/b7DmyrwhKRs/s320/DSC05377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Moses basket was a gift from Bobbi for Molly. &amp;nbsp;When Molly is awake and not using it, Max likes to lounge in it. &amp;nbsp;We call it his boat. &amp;nbsp;He makes me laugh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpcnDv15BI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1sSJXYwWn7M/s1600/DSC05398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpcnDv15BI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1sSJXYwWn7M/s320/DSC05398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My morning beverage. &amp;nbsp;Such happiness should be restricted. &amp;nbsp;It's the only thing that gets me through my day. &amp;nbsp;There is nothing better than waking up and hearing that pop can crack open. &amp;nbsp;What would I do without it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpfBbfTnqI/AAAAAAAAAws/Celd1LWEdC8/s1600/dew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpfBbfTnqI/AAAAAAAAAws/Celd1LWEdC8/s320/dew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friend Stacey. She calls and checks in with me almost every day to see how I am doing. Being a Mom of 2, she knows what I am going through with 2 little babies. I am at home all day talking to babies so it's nice to have someone that is an adult to talk to. It's nice to have a good friend. Hopefully I can learn from her and return the favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJqAhgPYX4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/rO_2ufb3O-k/s1600/stacey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJqAhgPYX4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/rO_2ufb3O-k/s320/stacey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The church. &amp;nbsp;I have made so many friends in my ward and since I am in Young Women's I have a lot of little friends too. &amp;nbsp;The girls are so awesome and "good" girls. &amp;nbsp;They are all just great. &amp;nbsp;All the leaders that I work with are so cool too. &amp;nbsp;It makes my calling so much fun...(and going to church). &amp;nbsp;Knowing the"plan" makes every day worth it for me. &amp;nbsp;When I think of the eternal family it just makes me think of my kids differently. &amp;nbsp;It comforts me to know that by living the gospel and doing what I should be, everything will be ok. &amp;nbsp;Maybe not the way I hoped for and definitely not perfect, but it will be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJqBIPNbtbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/F4shjKx4Wew/s1600/home-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJqBIPNbtbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/F4shjKx4Wew/s320/home-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got to love girls camp! &amp;nbsp;My Miamaids LeAndra and Emma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJqGkUq0YBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/06r39Du_LtY/s1600/DSC05136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJqGkUq0YBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/06r39Du_LtY/s320/DSC05136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;And LAST, but definitely not least...my super hot husband Jim. &amp;nbsp;He is there for me when I am crying my eyes out or when I am having a freak attack and reassures me that everything will be fine. &amp;nbsp;He never worries about a thing. &amp;nbsp;He puts up with me when I've gone a week without putting make-up on or even getting dressed. &amp;nbsp;He listens to me complain about everything and somehow still loves me. &amp;nbsp;He honors his Priesthood and fulfills his calling and is the best Dad I could ask for. &amp;nbsp;When he walks through the door from working all day, he doesn't complain about changing Molly's diaper or holding her because she's screaming. &amp;nbsp;He just does it all. &amp;nbsp;I married the greatest guy!! &amp;nbsp; And look how hot he is? (even if that was 4 years ago)...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpeNb4GVtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/tIikL56EaMQ/s1600/S2010017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpeNb4GVtI/AAAAAAAAAwc/tIikL56EaMQ/s320/S2010017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-7131705938968989062?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/7131705938968989062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=7131705938968989062&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7131705938968989062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/7131705938968989062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-help-me-get-through-my-day.html' title='Things that help me get through my day....'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJpetlLLK9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/YoRTh1AksuM/s72-c/DSC05391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1956038501888738641</id><published>2010-09-19T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:14:20.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "breakdown"</title><content type='html'>I knew it was going to come this time around with Molly, I just didn't know when. &amp;nbsp;I actually broke down one night because I was anticipating the "breakdown". &amp;nbsp;This "breakdown" is the moment when you know longer know what to do with yourself and all is lost. &amp;nbsp;I went through this the first 3 weeks with Max from the day he was born. &amp;nbsp;With Molly I was fine. &amp;nbsp;I thought, Heavenly Father must have blessed me with this angel because he knew I would have a melt down if she was anything like Max. &amp;nbsp;Well, it was day 13 and I finally broke down. &amp;nbsp;Molly had been screaming because of a tummy ache and I knew she just needed to poop but I nothing I did was helping her. &amp;nbsp;I fully blame myself. &amp;nbsp;I was giving her tummy aches and there was nothing that I could do about it. &amp;nbsp;Now I will tell you why I feel this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJaYQ-j6iQI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wcLhm2F69EY/s1600/DSC05386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJaYQ-j6iQI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wcLhm2F69EY/s400/DSC05386.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this pregnancy I told myself that I would try and breast feed much longer than I did with Max (3 months). &amp;nbsp;In the hospital she was such a good "latcher" and she ate so good. &amp;nbsp;By the end of the day I could feel me getting sore and I knew what was ahead of me. &amp;nbsp;The Leche people always say if it hurts or you are in pain you are not doing it right. &amp;nbsp;Well, I don't believe that. &amp;nbsp;No matter if you do it right or not, it is still going to hurt. &amp;nbsp;Molly decided to be a "super sucker" and tear me apart. &amp;nbsp;By day 4 my girlie twins were cracked and bleeding. &amp;nbsp;Skin was actually coming off and when I pumped at night, I would pump blood into the bottle. &amp;nbsp;I finally went to a breastfeeding class cause I figured they could offer me tips on how to recover. &amp;nbsp;No tips. &amp;nbsp;I had been doing it all right I just had to keep breastfeeding cause that is what is most important. &amp;nbsp;So I kept on for a couple more days. &amp;nbsp;Still no relief and crying because it hurt so bad. &amp;nbsp;Clinching my teeth in agony. &amp;nbsp;Then one night I noticed one of the twins was very tender and hurt to the slightest touch. &amp;nbsp;I woke up that night with the chills and felt like I had the flu. &amp;nbsp;Yep, I got mastitis in my left twin. &amp;nbsp;I had to call the doctor and start antiobotics. &amp;nbsp;I finally had had enough. &amp;nbsp;With Max on my side crying and Molly on my boob and the house turned upside down and I still had not had my morning Diet Mountain Dew, I said THAT IS IT!!! &amp;nbsp;I can't do this. &amp;nbsp;I am not going to stress myself out to the point I go crazy. &amp;nbsp;So what if I am not the best Mom. &amp;nbsp;So what if I don't breast feed my child until they are a year old. &amp;nbsp;SO WHAT!!! &amp;nbsp;I am an OK mom and I take care of my children. &amp;nbsp;If I can't be sane, then I can't be a good mom anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse told me to put a sports bra on and do not touch my twins at all. &amp;nbsp;So I stopped nursing. &amp;nbsp;I went 5 days and on day 5 (yesterday) I had the breakdown. &amp;nbsp;I threw a blanket over my head and started crying. &amp;nbsp;Molly was screaming and I did this to her. &amp;nbsp;The formula made her constipated and gassy and now she is uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;I made her uncomfortable so I could be in less pain. &amp;nbsp;I wanted a take back. I felt like the worst mom ever! &amp;nbsp; I told Jim that I was going to start pumping and get my milk back. &amp;nbsp;I knew it wouldn't take long because I still felt it come in. &amp;nbsp;I was panicing and didn't know what to do. &amp;nbsp;I had already gone 5 days of trying to dry up my milk. &amp;nbsp;If I started nursing again it would be for nothing. &amp;nbsp;I knew I would hate every second of breastfeeding and I would be in so much pain I would be absolute crazy. &amp;nbsp;Jim said I should do what my motherly intuition said to do. &amp;nbsp;All mom's intuition is to breast feed so that didn't work. &amp;nbsp;I had my shirt up and I was ready. &amp;nbsp;But I didn't. &amp;nbsp;Molly ended up pooping and she has been an angel all day today. &amp;nbsp;AND so have I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my conclusion. &amp;nbsp;I give mad props to all those who breastfeed their babies. &amp;nbsp;Everyone knows it is what is best for your babies. &amp;nbsp;BUT, I take care of 2 babies and I change their diapers and I love them and give them huggies and kisses and make sure they eat and give them baths so they are clean. &amp;nbsp;I do the best I can. &amp;nbsp;Even if it puts me as the 2nd greatest Mom, I am okay with that. &amp;nbsp;So I'm sorry to all the breastfeeding Nazi's out there that think I am a bad mom. &amp;nbsp;I think Molly and I will be just OK. &amp;nbsp;(except when the formula causes her to contract ocular herpes). hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJaY9v9LUmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XoB7EGpkeLk/s1600/DSC05372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJaY9v9LUmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XoB7EGpkeLk/s320/DSC05372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1956038501888738641?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1956038501888738641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1956038501888738641&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1956038501888738641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1956038501888738641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/09/breakdown.html' title='The &quot;breakdown&quot;'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TJaYQ-j6iQI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wcLhm2F69EY/s72-c/DSC05386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-3706083574343338710</id><published>2010-09-07T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:56:32.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Mae Barainca is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaHnVQqHWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jFwq2TS-97I/s1600/DSC05331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaHnVQqHWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jFwq2TS-97I/s400/DSC05331.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;She finally decided to come. &amp;nbsp;Molly was born Saturday, September 4, 2010 at 4:30 pm. &amp;nbsp;She weighed 8 lbs 6 oz and was 21.5 in long. &amp;nbsp;She came fast which I will thank her every day for. &amp;nbsp;I wandered into the hospital unwillingly around 11:30 am. &amp;nbsp;They started my IV and I waited. &amp;nbsp;They broke my water around 4:25 pm and Molly popped out at 4:30 pm. &amp;nbsp;It was such a relief pain wise to have her out but the fact that she was healthy and beautiful was all I could ask for. &amp;nbsp;I was completely shocked to see her BLACK hair and had to re-evaluate what my image of Molly would be. &amp;nbsp;I imagined her to look like Max but a girl. &amp;nbsp;She does look like Max, but she has jet black hair. &amp;nbsp;She looks just like her Daddy. (and nothing like me :( ). haha. &amp;nbsp;She has been the best baby so far. &amp;nbsp;She eats and sleeps and poops and sleeps some more. &amp;nbsp;My soreness is almost nothing considering how fast she was born. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;feel like a million bucks besides looking like I'm still 6 months pregnant. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaHxqer_1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/eL6XV7CXP2s/s1600/DSC05323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaHxqer_1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/eL6XV7CXP2s/s320/DSC05323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaH9zgBVcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VJTiyBGOXGY/s1600/DSC05328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaH9zgBVcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VJTiyBGOXGY/s320/DSC05328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is the greatest Dad and loves his little girl. He helps me with Max since he wants to crawl all over me all the time. Max loves his little sister and thinks she is so cute. He is "nice and soft " to her so far. But we shall see what happens in the time to come. He likes to throw things in her bassinet and luckily she hasn't been in there at those times. I need to somehow teach him, but teaching a ONE year old anything is really difficult. We are all sane and all doing good which is a lot to say from when Max was born. However, it's only been 3 days so it could get a lot worse. She just might be too cute to give Mommy a mental breakdown. Probably not, but I am hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaIJ0tc7MI/AAAAAAAAAvY/4CrjQIgYtFw/s1600/DSC05329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaIJ0tc7MI/AAAAAAAAAvY/4CrjQIgYtFw/s320/DSC05329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaIWokCleI/AAAAAAAAAvg/WWO4Y35DOhs/s1600/DSC05324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaIWokCleI/AAAAAAAAAvg/WWO4Y35DOhs/s320/DSC05324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-3706083574343338710?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/3706083574343338710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=3706083574343338710&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3706083574343338710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3706083574343338710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/09/molly-mae-barainca-is-here.html' title='Molly Mae Barainca is here!'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TIaHnVQqHWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jFwq2TS-97I/s72-c/DSC05331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-8473036611391477124</id><published>2010-08-27T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:49:08.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly, It's time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcaaP8vhI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jbbPjgLMfWA/s1600/Baby+girl.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcaaP8vhI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jbbPjgLMfWA/s320/Baby+girl.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm to the point in this pregnancy where it's time to have this baby. &amp;nbsp;I'm so big moving is a task. &amp;nbsp;Jim's T-shirts are becoming too small and I don't have any more clothes to wear. &amp;nbsp;We just finished Molly's room and besides her being here, I think we're ready. &amp;nbsp;Mentally ready? No, of course not. &amp;nbsp;Our home however, is. &amp;nbsp;Max and his sleeping habits have been much of a task the past month. &amp;nbsp;However, I think his sleep is good enough. &amp;nbsp;He still cries every time we put him down to go "night night", but anywhere from 2-20 minutes he falls asleep and sleeps sound through the night. &amp;nbsp;Which was NOT happening for the past few months. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what it was, but since about 8 months, he wanted to wake up 1-2 times a night. &amp;nbsp;It was really frustrating and with Molly on the way we knew we had to fix it. &amp;nbsp;We have him potty trained as well. &amp;nbsp; He sits on the big boy potty and does his business all by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just kidding. &amp;nbsp;hahaha, wouldn't that be the most amazing thing you ever heard of? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcHLrLisI/AAAAAAAAAuo/hoSDgx5igpw/s1600/DSC05295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcHLrLisI/AAAAAAAAAuo/hoSDgx5igpw/s320/DSC05295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to bed last night at 8:45 a little depressed. &amp;nbsp;As most of you know Molly has given me quite the gift this pregnancy of varicose veins. &amp;nbsp;I'm not talking about one or two spider veins. &amp;nbsp;I'm talking like mamma jamma big blue veins running in and out of my legs, thighs and other places. &amp;nbsp;My legs look like battle wounds. &amp;nbsp;So last night as I was investigating my pregnant body, &amp;nbsp;I stumbled upon some stretch marks on the bottom of my stomach. &amp;nbsp;I went into a panic. &amp;nbsp;Max didn't give me any stretch marks and I thought I was off the hook forever. &amp;nbsp;Oh no, I now have them and if I don't have this baby soon, who knows how many more I will get. &amp;nbsp;My sister asked me this morning..."look at Max, don't you think they are worth it?" &amp;nbsp;And that is it....They are worth it. &amp;nbsp;Every scar, every pain, every push and every tear. &amp;nbsp;So with all my nasty veins and stretch marks, Molly is worth all of it. &amp;nbsp;As women, I think we go through so much to bear these little boo boo's that these veins and marks are our trophies. &amp;nbsp;I know I probably won't look at them this way when I look into the mirror, but they are. &amp;nbsp;We went through hell and back(sometimes we come back) to bring these little one's here. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking about it and I think we rock. &amp;nbsp;We are all rockstars. &amp;nbsp;Some more than me, but I'll include myself for now. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcRKjDpkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hbE41RdyFfg/s1600/DSC05288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcRKjDpkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hbE41RdyFfg/s320/DSC05288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;So cross your fingers that Molly comes this week !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-8473036611391477124?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/8473036611391477124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=8473036611391477124&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8473036611391477124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/8473036611391477124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/08/molly-its-time.html' title='Molly, It&apos;s time.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THhcaaP8vhI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jbbPjgLMfWA/s72-c/Baby+girl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2437133465183845311</id><published>2010-08-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:44:04.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max is ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMEXjFx43I/AAAAAAAAAtA/T3lioZpKwrc/s1600/max+bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMEXjFx43I/AAAAAAAAAtA/T3lioZpKwrc/s400/max+bday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max turned 1 on August 18th. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe that it has been one whole year since he was born. &amp;nbsp;He is such a big boy now and it makes me so sad. &amp;nbsp;He walks with ease and is starting to run. &amp;nbsp;He can feed himself with a fork, he can play ball and he can give things to Daddy when I tell him to. &amp;nbsp;He's really good at throwing fits too. &amp;nbsp;He has learned that he has a temper and likes to exercise it. &amp;nbsp;I'm not a big fan of his temper at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I just sit back and look at him, I am such a proud Mommy. &amp;nbsp;Of course I think he is the cutest kid in the world. &amp;nbsp;The nursery leader invites him in on Sundays to sit with the other kids. &amp;nbsp;He does so good. &amp;nbsp;He sits in his little chair and plays with the play dough and eats his snacks. &amp;nbsp;Once lesson time starts we leave because he doesn't know how to sit still and listen. &amp;nbsp;Plus, I have to go teach my lesson in Young Women's. He loves to play with other kids and gets so excited when other kids come over to the house. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing the things they learn and the things they just do on their own. &amp;nbsp;I've gone through 2 phones in the past month. &amp;nbsp;Once was launched into the toilet by Max and the other was washed with his laundry. &amp;nbsp;I guess I need to check the hamper better before doing a load of Max's clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THME_UCxe1I/AAAAAAAAAtY/8vcPui4ctLs/s1600/DSC05249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THME_UCxe1I/AAAAAAAAAtY/8vcPui4ctLs/s400/DSC05249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max loves to put on his shoes. &amp;nbsp; I think because he knows he gets to go outside. &amp;nbsp;When the front or back door opens, he runs and tries to escape. &amp;nbsp;Once I close the door his temper gets the best of him and flings himself onto the floor and starts pouting. &amp;nbsp;I just walk away since I don't have the patience to deal with it. &amp;nbsp;Just another sign he is getting to be such a big boy. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous on how Max is going to react once Molly gets here. &amp;nbsp;He loves little babies and just likes to stare at them and touch their hands. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if he will become a nightmare so he can get attention or if he will love her and be the good little boy I know he can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMEnDZgjtI/AAAAAAAAAtI/gRFySL4vUIY/s1600/DSC05259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMEnDZgjtI/AAAAAAAAAtI/gRFySL4vUIY/s400/DSC05259.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A cake I made that didn't turn out. &amp;nbsp;I tried to make another mold to put on top, but the cake didn't want to come out of the mold. &amp;nbsp;So he ended up with a boring square cake. &amp;nbsp;Sorry Max :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THME0H76BuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Xgb2ZBJZKjI/s1600/DSC05280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THME0H76BuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Xgb2ZBJZKjI/s320/DSC05280.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFKX1YObI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1V6tcCrEBSU/s1600/DSC05286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFKX1YObI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1V6tcCrEBSU/s320/DSC05286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Grandma Huffaker made little bear cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFtXHdEqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZUR6OS1Tsmc/s1600/DSC05276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFtXHdEqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZUR6OS1Tsmc/s320/DSC05276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFV62kLlI/AAAAAAAAAto/RtV80juqkH4/s1600/DSC05264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFV62kLlI/AAAAAAAAAto/RtV80juqkH4/s320/DSC05264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Max looked so handsome at church on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;Especially with the cheeto's residue on his new white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFfHWOkKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/M5M1qySlOeI/s1600/DSC05275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMFfHWOkKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/M5M1qySlOeI/s400/DSC05275.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It finally rained at our house and Max got to go play outside. &amp;nbsp;He was having so much fun letting the water drip into his mouth. &amp;nbsp;He was so sad when he had to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMGOKPYr5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/9crJcgtx_iU/s1600/DSC05241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMGOKPYr5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/9crJcgtx_iU/s400/DSC05241.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jim's work gave us Diamondback tickets. &amp;nbsp;I was dreading going, but it turned out to be ok. &amp;nbsp;Max had a lot of fun waiting for the crowd to applaud. &amp;nbsp;He was a little late, but he joined in. &amp;nbsp;I did enjoy a slurpee and some sugar roasted almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMF9mmrtvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZluxHPsOEWM/s1600/IMAG0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMF9mmrtvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZluxHPsOEWM/s400/IMAG0024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2437133465183845311?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2437133465183845311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2437133465183845311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2437133465183845311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2437133465183845311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/08/max-is-one.html' title='Max is ONE'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/THMEXjFx43I/AAAAAAAAAtA/T3lioZpKwrc/s72-c/max+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-1089705447567840680</id><published>2010-08-15T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T07:18:26.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Molly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 weeks and 5 days. &amp;nbsp;Well I had &amp;nbsp;a dr's appointment on Thursday and all is well still. &amp;nbsp;I had an ultrasound and the baby is estimating 7.5lbs. &amp;nbsp;She is showing a week early, but &amp;nbsp;this really means nothing to me. &amp;nbsp;Im sure Molly will stay in until September. &amp;nbsp;We are really excited but nervous at the same time. &amp;nbsp;Max is just starting to sleep good after a really bad couple of months. &amp;nbsp;I read up on some books and did what they told me. &amp;nbsp;So far it seems to be working, but you never know. &amp;nbsp;He is a little angry lately only because I think his molar's are coming in. &amp;nbsp;I hope he likes Molly but Im nervous about how he is going to react to her. I think Molly is going to look just like Jim. &amp;nbsp;(big nose, big lips, brown hair) &amp;nbsp;Which would be a good thing if she was a boy. &amp;nbsp;But either way, she'll be the cutest thing we ever did see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TGf2qJM-kSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8eHiT5qtjLA/s1600/sc00ac31d302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TGf2qJM-kSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8eHiT5qtjLA/s400/sc00ac31d302.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1089705447567840680?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1089705447567840680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1089705447567840680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1089705447567840680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1089705447567840680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-down.html' title='Counting down.'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TGf2qJM-kSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8eHiT5qtjLA/s72-c/sc00ac31d302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-3624095975569920797</id><published>2010-08-01T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:39:59.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I know it doesn't look much different, but we chopped off &amp;nbsp;a ton of hair this morning. &amp;nbsp;I was super sad, but I was sick of people thinking he was a girl. &amp;nbsp;So I took the clippers and did what was needed to be done. &amp;nbsp;I'm still thinking about taking the middle section and buzzing it off too. I haven't decided yet. &amp;nbsp;Either way he is a big boy now and he looks more like a boy. &amp;nbsp;I'm so sad. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;But he's such a cute boy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYSsOFUqCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lZlmRlHO8FM/s1600/DSC05221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYSsOFUqCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lZlmRlHO8FM/s320/DSC05221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYSyAoJxvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Fjy3RTVQsx4/s1600/DSC05230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYSyAoJxvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Fjy3RTVQsx4/s320/DSC05230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYS-qAhkWI/AAAAAAAAAso/i0yVn-ImPwM/s1600/DSC05223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYS-qAhkWI/AAAAAAAAAso/i0yVn-ImPwM/s320/DSC05223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYTK7WFZkI/AAAAAAAAAsw/5bZy1qRyyns/s1600/DSC05224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYTK7WFZkI/AAAAAAAAAsw/5bZy1qRyyns/s320/DSC05224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-3624095975569920797?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/3624095975569920797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=3624095975569920797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3624095975569920797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3624095975569920797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/08/maxs-first-haircut.html' title='Max&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFYSsOFUqCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/lZlmRlHO8FM/s72-c/DSC05221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-3745885622794060468</id><published>2010-07-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:06:49.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDRyiHCBkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/T9h1au791H4/s1600/NY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDRyiHCBkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/T9h1au791H4/s200/NY.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our trip to New York started in Boston, MA. &amp;nbsp;We didn't have a lot of time there because we got too lazy and just wanted to get to our final destination. &amp;nbsp;We stopped and ate lunch at CHEERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB5rKtzaYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/n7vGSSJUT_Q/s1600/DSC04949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB5rKtzaYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/n7vGSSJUT_Q/s320/DSC04949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB54SbYUaI/AAAAAAAAApA/mKspYR6ypA0/s1600/DSC04947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB54SbYUaI/AAAAAAAAApA/mKspYR6ypA0/s320/DSC04947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6G8l_iMI/AAAAAAAAApI/I8vZC4n_paA/s1600/DSC04950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6G8l_iMI/AAAAAAAAApI/I8vZC4n_paA/s320/DSC04950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once we arrived in Glens Falls, NY (Lake George, NY) we really ate and went to sleep. &amp;nbsp;The next day we decided to float down the river. &amp;nbsp;It's not like floating down the river in AZ. &amp;nbsp;Our family and a couple of other people were the only ones on the river. &amp;nbsp;They make you go on bus with a tour guide. &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun. &amp;nbsp;The weather was perfect. &amp;nbsp;Mostly cloudy with light showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6STWN2JI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Qp7fTRP3pus/s1600/DSC04951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6STWN2JI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Qp7fTRP3pus/s320/DSC04951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6ggF_GNI/AAAAAAAAApY/vn38pD7CtC0/s1600/DSC04953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6ggF_GNI/AAAAAAAAApY/vn38pD7CtC0/s320/DSC04953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max fell asleep on the bumby bus ride. &amp;nbsp;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6rwzBR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/FJZv-d_mJ5k/s1600/DSC04960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6rwzBR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/FJZv-d_mJ5k/s320/DSC04960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6_iCarQI/AAAAAAAAApo/zeYU4-WyvJA/s1600/DSC04967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB6_iCarQI/AAAAAAAAApo/zeYU4-WyvJA/s320/DSC04967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB7NMAffUI/AAAAAAAAApw/ysarkrmuzPw/s1600/DSC04980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB7NMAffUI/AAAAAAAAApw/ysarkrmuzPw/s320/DSC04980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kirk treated us to dinner on the lake. &amp;nbsp;The view was amazing and the food was pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB7YrSMOcI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nX8Yvg5zO0E/s1600/DSC04984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB7YrSMOcI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nX8Yvg5zO0E/s320/DSC04984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB7j2-SSrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/IcaDXxp1C-A/s1600/DSC04986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFB7j2-SSrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/IcaDXxp1C-A/s320/DSC04986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday Jack Huffaker was baptized. &amp;nbsp;It was really cool that we could all be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCFhjtHvGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2tz9LOb9hGs/s1600/DSC05014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCFhjtHvGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2tz9LOb9hGs/s320/DSC05014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night we arrived at the lake house on Lake George. &amp;nbsp;It was a million and a half dollar house. &amp;nbsp;It was truly amazing. &amp;nbsp;You can see it in the pic below. &amp;nbsp;This is Max in the field trying to catch bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCFu77469I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ivVUzCd5ukY/s1600/DSC05029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCFu77469I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ivVUzCd5ukY/s320/DSC05029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason everywhere between Lake George, NY and Vermont, Ice cream is a huge deal. &amp;nbsp;It's all really good, but there are icecream joints everywhere. &amp;nbsp;This was the happening spot at MARTHA's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCFu77469I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ivVUzCd5ukY/s1600/DSC05029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDOiO0GhVI/AAAAAAAAArw/4JsNSMb7B1M/s1600/DSC04992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDOiO0GhVI/AAAAAAAAArw/4JsNSMb7B1M/s320/DSC04992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we went to Vermont to see the birthplace of Joseph Smith. &amp;nbsp;This was the monument that took so much effort and pain to get to this beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCF7M-NjlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/8QluiNnY_Do/s1600/DSC05048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCF7M-NjlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/8QluiNnY_Do/s400/DSC05048.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCGHpPTE8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/-e2D5t7Eybk/s1600/DSC05052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCGHpPTE8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/-e2D5t7Eybk/s320/DSC05052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCGSwZRipI/AAAAAAAAAqo/tBmBRJCE7ps/s1600/DSC05057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCGSwZRipI/AAAAAAAAAqo/tBmBRJCE7ps/s320/DSC05057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back on the lake. &amp;nbsp;We spent most of our time on the canoe and kayak's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCGjRmc1AI/AAAAAAAAAqw/UzUX9BHo2nI/s1600/DSC05065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFCGjRmc1AI/AAAAAAAAAqw/UzUX9BHo2nI/s320/DSC05065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max loving the sand and eating rocks. &amp;nbsp;He loved the water so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDM3TMwbYI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8LO7-Ui86WE/s1600/DSC05083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDM3TMwbYI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8LO7-Ui86WE/s320/DSC05083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tough guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNFL1WyNI/AAAAAAAAArA/y9iwz4Hd3sA/s1600/DSC05095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNFL1WyNI/AAAAAAAAArA/y9iwz4Hd3sA/s320/DSC05095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim jumping off the deck. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNFL1WyNI/AAAAAAAAArA/y9iwz4Hd3sA/s1600/DSC05095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDOC_s4AqI/AAAAAAAAArg/43isG4dZxvQ/s1600/DSC05086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDOC_s4AqI/AAAAAAAAArg/43isG4dZxvQ/s320/DSC05086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We played "minute to win it" one night. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't very good at the deck of cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNTF8j_sI/AAAAAAAAArI/es3wZzkIXGM/s1600/DSC05106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNTF8j_sI/AAAAAAAAArI/es3wZzkIXGM/s320/DSC05106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last night we were at the lake house we had "Pirate night". &amp;nbsp;My folks make dinner which was all pirate themed and then we had to dress up and go for a treasure hunt. &amp;nbsp;It was really fun for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNdeM5XcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-hwWwjT6Hq0/s1600/DSC05115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDNdeM5XcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-hwWwjT6Hq0/s320/DSC05115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDOT_TUXBI/AAAAAAAAAro/Gyn3RiVgc8I/s1600/PIrate+Huffaker+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDOT_TUXBI/AAAAAAAAAro/Gyn3RiVgc8I/s320/PIrate+Huffaker+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really sad that this was how our trip ended. &amp;nbsp;On the floor of the Boston Airport trying to sleep the night away. &amp;nbsp;Our flight got cancelled and we couldn't get another until the morning. &amp;nbsp;Poor Max had a rough trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDN2rS3VmI/AAAAAAAAArY/_MaMEiQF80c/s1600/DSC05131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDN2rS3VmI/AAAAAAAAArY/_MaMEiQF80c/s320/DSC05131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day after I got home from New York I headed out to Girls Camp at Camp Lomia. &amp;nbsp;I was there for 5 days. &amp;nbsp;It was good times, but I was really glad to come home and see my husband and little Max. &amp;nbsp;I missed them so much. &amp;nbsp;It was the longest I had been away from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDQ3sIpExI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QIqEqQbLEJM/s1600/sc002ca14a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDQ3sIpExI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QIqEqQbLEJM/s400/sc002ca14a.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-3745885622794060468?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/3745885622794060468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=3745885622794060468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3745885622794060468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3745885622794060468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-summer-vacation.html' title='Our Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFDRyiHCBkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/T9h1au791H4/s72-c/NY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-3662605396426911425</id><published>2010-07-28T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:36:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary on July 9th. &amp;nbsp;I am once again super pregnant so we didn't do anything too crazy. &amp;nbsp;He took me to PF Changs and we spent the night at the Valley Ho in Scottsdale where we spent our wedding night. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByIM5hJ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOYCzPPHSAc/s1600/DSC04927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByIM5hJ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOYCzPPHSAc/s320/DSC04927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful flowers from Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByIM5hJ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOYCzPPHSAc/s1600/DSC04927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByd39UboI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oik8ep4kHIw/s1600/DSC04934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByd39UboI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oik8ep4kHIw/s320/DSC04934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think Max enjoyed it more than we did. &amp;nbsp;He loved the bathtub with the blue lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByd39UboI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oik8ep4kHIw/s1600/DSC04934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFBySlLXj5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/g1GbyPH3u70/s1600/DSC04930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFBySlLXj5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/g1GbyPH3u70/s320/DSC04930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this was the best gift I have ever given Jim. &amp;nbsp;He loves his new phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFBySlLXj5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/g1GbyPH3u70/s1600/DSC04930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByrBKclSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-qfmQ5bPk1Y/s1600/DSC04935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByrBKclSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-qfmQ5bPk1Y/s320/DSC04935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-3662605396426911425?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/3662605396426911425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=3662605396426911425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3662605396426911425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/3662605396426911425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/07/jim-and-i-celebrated-our-2-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TFByIM5hJ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lOYCzPPHSAc/s72-c/DSC04927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-2409410072624469080</id><published>2010-07-12T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:48:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Has Tricks 2: Max Fu - Da Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVWflZ-CkY4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVWflZ-CkY4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-2409410072624469080?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/2409410072624469080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=2409410072624469080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2409410072624469080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/2409410072624469080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/07/max-has-tricks-2-max-fu-da-return.html' title='Max Has Tricks 2: Max Fu - Da Return'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-4242394019401475688</id><published>2010-07-06T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:48:09.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNmwgqAIaI/AAAAAAAAAko/uWyCYIi5ryM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNmwgqAIaI/AAAAAAAAAko/uWyCYIi5ryM/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I did it again. &amp;nbsp;I stayed up til midnight to see Eclipse with some friends and my sister Calli. &amp;nbsp;We waited in line starting at 4:00pm. &amp;nbsp;I regret this decision, but it turned out to be a good movie and I got to spend time with friends that I really don't get to very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNgc_4H_AI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RowdPAa5z9I/s1600/DSC04838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNgc_4H_AI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RowdPAa5z9I/s320/DSC04838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max and Jim are learning to play the keyboard. &amp;nbsp;Max loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNgSuHiFBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nf6PMOnp5t0/s1600/DSC04858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNgSuHiFBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nf6PMOnp5t0/s320/DSC04858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Max says "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNf5te-aeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zjpcHL9BirA/s1600/DSC04848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNf5te-aeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zjpcHL9BirA/s320/DSC04848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are teaching Max how to drive. &amp;nbsp;Better now than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNgGEPBRRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YjJu_txvyiI/s1600/DSC04850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNgGEPBRRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YjJu_txvyiI/s320/DSC04850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Mesa downtown July 4th celebration this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;It was mostly for bikers, but we ate at Mango's and walked around. &amp;nbsp;It was really hot but we got our snow cones and were able to last a bit longer. &amp;nbsp;I guess it was something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNkuKo3gJI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DadibOAsyyw/s1600/DSC04856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNkuKo3gJI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DadibOAsyyw/s320/DSC04856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had these fans that misted and were totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNkfma5rQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5k36Efmu55s/s1600/DSC04854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNkfma5rQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5k36Efmu55s/s320/DSC04854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNkSu16GeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vpnrNmCnFfo/s1600/DSC04853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNkSu16GeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vpnrNmCnFfo/s320/DSC04853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle celebrated his birthday a couple weeks ago. &amp;nbsp; They had a BBQ/swim party for him on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;It was good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNeLGm_hAI/AAAAAAAAAig/qQ_KaP6rSac/s1600/DSC04871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNeLGm_hAI/AAAAAAAAAig/qQ_KaP6rSac/s320/DSC04871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNelTiWsuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/27YO1pYJrFs/s1600/DSC04880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNelTiWsuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/27YO1pYJrFs/s320/DSC04880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNeYlQNOlI/AAAAAAAAAio/KM1YGnU1wfQ/s1600/DSC04877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNeYlQNOlI/AAAAAAAAAio/KM1YGnU1wfQ/s320/DSC04877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfATxoijI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3B3z4LQqfso/s1600/DSC04874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfATxoijI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3B3z4LQqfso/s320/DSC04874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom got creative and made some extremely festive cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNeAZmMw6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/pjJQX_ZSP6Q/s1600/DSC04868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNeAZmMw6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/pjJQX_ZSP6Q/s320/DSC04868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken on the 4th of July. &amp;nbsp;Brock and Jesica came over and we all got up on our roof and watched the fireworks. &amp;nbsp;They were actually pretty good from where we were. &amp;nbsp;Max was put in a firework coma and didn't say much. &amp;nbsp;I think he maybe thought they were cool, but he just sat there and stared at them. &amp;nbsp;Don't mind my puffy face. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure why it looks so fat. &amp;nbsp;I mean it is, but I think this picture makes me look 60+lbs more than I really am. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfLFBzNxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8a_oIgyNR5w/s1600/DSC04891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfLFBzNxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8a_oIgyNR5w/s320/DSC04891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfLFBzNxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8a_oIgyNR5w/s1600/DSC04891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNljI9eOGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FOOoREETR8Q/s1600/DSC04897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNljI9eOGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FOOoREETR8Q/s320/DSC04897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNex3Hz-LI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6AKOWkEHDBE/s1600/DSC04884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNex3Hz-LI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6AKOWkEHDBE/s320/DSC04884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then decided to all go swimming at my house on Monday July 5th. &amp;nbsp;Since nobody worked it was needed. &amp;nbsp;Here are a couple shots of Jim and Calli in action of playing good ol' pool games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfuCbj8qI/AAAAAAAAAjg/62KK1XQmdXk/s1600/DSC04914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfuCbj8qI/AAAAAAAAAjg/62KK1XQmdXk/s320/DSC04914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfi1xwtXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ko9-E-0BhxI/s1600/DSC04913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TDNfi1xwtXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Ko9-E-0BhxI/s320/DSC04913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is also my Mom's birthday. &amp;nbsp;She's not quite the "60", but let's just say she's real....real...real....real...close. &amp;nbsp;(she's going to kill me) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span 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#4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt; is starting to take steps. He only has taken 1 or 2, but its a start. He went to his 9 month check up last week. (even though he is 10 months) He weighs 23 lbs!! Such a big boy. He knows how to clap, throw his arms up in the air when we say "touch down" and he can give fives. He still needs work on "bye bye" but Im sure it's right around the corner. He loves to walk on this walker toy we got for him. He cruises now. He has 3 teeth on the bottom and has another 2 growing on top. They aren't all the way in yet. Maybe this is why he wont sleep through the night anymore:( His eating habits aren't as good as I'd like them to be. He only will eat certain things. I didn't know they were already picky at this age. He loves cheese, bread, icecream and soda. He is okay with eating fruit, but the veggie thing he is not down with. Hopefully one day he'll be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF58VJiXbI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2qTMz5lvrBY/s1600/DSC04783_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF58VJiXbI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2qTMz5lvrBY/s320/DSC04783_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt; is just working, bringing home the bacon. He enjoys his nightly video game playing ritual. He has been even more of a "Mr. Mom" lately since I never feel good. I mean not that I am so lazy nothing ever gets done, but he will help with the dishes and he helps a ton with Max. I have grown to become even more impatient lately with Max. He has to step in. When he is impatient with Max, I can usually step in and handle the situation. So it's working out pretty good. He has also been trying to help me get things ready for when Molly comes. He doesn't have any opinions on colors and blanket choices and "cute" things so I know he gets irritated when I ask. He's come to realize that I am extremely high maintenance when I ask for white blinds since we bought a white crib. I mean you can't have a white crib with brown blinds??????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF6HxyEdwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RTSHmw80BFs/s1600/DSC04784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF6HxyEdwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RTSHmw80BFs/s320/DSC04784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am growing more tired by the day. My varicose veins are out of control and are popping up in places that I need not say. I can barely sit and stand without having my eyes roll in the back of my head. The pressure that Molly is putting on all my internal goods is a little much. Max didn't do this to me. I can barely get up in the morning to go to work. I swear I'm 30 minutes late every day. BUT, only 8 more weeks of work and I am officially on maternity leave. That does not include the week I am taking off to go to New York and the week I'll be at girls camp. This should be interesting going camping at 8 months pregnant. Not only that but being on a plane for 3+ hours to New York. I can only imagine how swollen I will get. So you know...with the exception of my legs being all "veined up" and I really mean this. They look like 75 yr old legs now. Anyway, with the exception of the legs and the swolleness of my entire you know what, we are all doing pretty good. Just waiting for Molly to come and mess it all up!!! haha Im joking. We are so excited for her to come! 10 weeks and counting! The picture above is of my sister Calli and sis-in law Jesica. &amp;nbsp;We all went to Oregano's for Jesica's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF5k98429I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZVeEGUKXOts/s1600/BABY+GIRL_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF5k98429I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZVeEGUKXOts/s320/BABY+GIRL_8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904808804256767566-1707597883511796117?l=barainca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/feeds/1707597883511796117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3904808804256767566&amp;postID=1707597883511796117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1707597883511796117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904808804256767566/posts/default/1707597883511796117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barainca.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-update-but-still-not-that.html' title='A real update.  but still not that interesting'/><author><name>Jim and Shalene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04027446273433338853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/SwOHMro3YXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5SwUhzbpJlE/S220/DSC03707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYJlK567z0s/TCF5aVmYWII/AAAAAAAAAhM/l8hI72iG8Mo/s72-c/DSC04778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904808804256767566.post-7946201281423174731</id><published>2010-06-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:18:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I had to do this. &amp;nbsp;I was sorting through some folders trying to get some what organized and I found my 6 month old baby picture. &amp;nbsp;I compared it to Max's pic we took pretending to wear a dress. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was too funny. &amp;nbsp;It made me laugh out loud so I thought I would share. &amp;nbsp;I DON'T dress Max up in girls clothes and I do not support such activities. 
